Meeting the Mountain
Last night an image came to me,
A reflection in the distance of where I could be,
Without a word it said “feel don’t see”,
I felt the warmth of a soon to be reality.
As time and matter slowly passed,
I opened my eyes to a scene so vast,
I saw a valley which others had forgotten,
Atop the mountain of love with you at the bottom!
The urge to descend was abruptly stopped,
For my wingless angel was heading to the top,
I made my way down until our souls entwined,
On the plateau of destiny where love always shines!
This embrace signaled the end of the dream,
I awoke disappointed, cheated as it seemed,
Until it dawned on me what that dream represents,
Some never meet the mountain where precious time is spent.
So whether starting at the bottom and heading for the peak,
Or looking down and searching for the soul-mate you do seek,
The only way of connecting truly with your other,
Meet halfway on the plateau of destiny, and embrace your eternal lover.
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the sky, stars, the moon, the sun, from the bottom or the top
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This poem is certainly beautiful and interesting, your imagery is unique
the search for that "eternal lover" from the "bottom" or the "peak"
makes this poem a special moment in the hearts of love and romance:
I know it did for me! Like this poem and its conception so
very much~!