The mountain

The mountain was the love of women that the eyes want to climb
The mountain blanketed by a crowd of lovers, their songs and stories

The mountain made from history and formed to remind us of a higher life above us
What do we do but crawl up it to the top and see the world below and remember

That was the best achievement a man could ever aim for
To climb and go no further than thin air

The planets await us we say but what do they see from up there
In the extraterrestrial dream-nights world

Did they sleep, did they dream, what did they see?
Higher than the highest mountain they seemed to climb

While on earth the worms congregate in the moonlight and believe

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