she climbed ever upwards into the roof of the world
holy Himalayan mountains highest place we can physically
climb up into in this world each step elusive in thin air
aspires to enter gates of heaven heaven tantalizes
in curvature arch of horizons before compulsive climbs
can she climb high enough to kiss face of lost lover
he is dead died in a war in far away homeland his memory
is ever in every footstep she may walk makes his memory
is lost love enduring ever renewing there can never be another
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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