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i make this mountain mine
“Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the
mystery why we climb.”—Greg Child (Born: Apr 12, 1957, Sydney, Australia)
what though the road lies rugged there before me
every bruise draws me closer to the finish line
it is an uphill journey but it lures me
for i seek treasure at the summit that is mine
§
way up above the world though storms detour me
yield i not to the struggles of the steep incline
along the way ill comes that would devour me
but i fight with a spirit no man can confine
§
the cookie trail of blood cannot restore me
that i leave thick on every leaf and creeping vine
sword-sharp thorns cannot cripple anymore me
as i cleave to the pathway dark and serpentine
§
heaven in view because your arms shall cure me
when my last breath propels me to your side, supine
all my song shall describe how i adore thee
for your kiss shall confirm i make this mountain mine
© Copyright 2019 November 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
mystery why we climb.”—Greg Child (Born: Apr 12, 1957, Sydney, Australia)
what though the road lies rugged there before me
every bruise draws me closer to the finish line
it is an uphill journey but it lures me
for i seek treasure at the summit that is mine
§
way up above the world though storms detour me
yield i not to the struggles of the steep incline
along the way ill comes that would devour me
but i fight with a spirit no man can confine
§
the cookie trail of blood cannot restore me
that i leave thick on every leaf and creeping vine
sword-sharp thorns cannot cripple anymore me
as i cleave to the pathway dark and serpentine
§
heaven in view because your arms shall cure me
when my last breath propels me to your side, supine
all my song shall describe how i adore thee
for your kiss shall confirm i make this mountain mine
© Copyright 2019 November 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 5th Nov 2019
| Edited 6th Nov 2019
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5th Nov 2019 7:40pm
Love this cabcool, I read this as a hymn but hear it as a lovers chase and its also quite uplifting, thank you for sharing.
6th Nov 2019 3:24pm
Thank you, Razzerleaf.
You have seeing eyes because you fully understand the multi-layered perspective portrayed by the words -- a hymn, indeed; but a lover's chase, or a personal resolve, or a mental or social challenge.
Sincerely
cab
You have seeing eyes because you fully understand the multi-layered perspective portrayed by the words -- a hymn, indeed; but a lover's chase, or a personal resolve, or a mental or social challenge.
Sincerely
cab
Anonymous
6th Nov 2019 1:46am
Wow Cab........frustrating at times climbing a slope to reach a goal........yet showing your strength to carry on thru the obstacles.......no matter what we go thru.....there is 1 that is always near.......thought provoking ink......purple luv & hugs xo :)
6th Nov 2019 3:32pm
Thanks, flower.
You know exactly what the persona is feeling and thinking. At the heart of it all is the whole matter of resolve. Does not the oyster from its stresses create the pearl? Does not the frog drowning in the bucket of milk churn the liquid into curds with its persistently flailing legs? Does not the struggling newly-emerged butterfly learn to fly by the blood its efforts circulate to its fledgling wings?
I appreciate your seeing the perspective.
Sincerely.
cab
You know exactly what the persona is feeling and thinking. At the heart of it all is the whole matter of resolve. Does not the oyster from its stresses create the pearl? Does not the frog drowning in the bucket of milk churn the liquid into curds with its persistently flailing legs? Does not the struggling newly-emerged butterfly learn to fly by the blood its efforts circulate to its fledgling wings?
I appreciate your seeing the perspective.
Sincerely.
cab
