I hold on to stone
And gaze upon my twilight dream.
In an arm’s reach
I could grasp it,
White gleaming glory
Crowned with a halo of stars
Yet, these are all illusions;
My frigid fingers
Touch only the fleeting air
And below, the abyss
Calls me
It is easy to let go,
Pretend to slip and fall…
But I refuse to do so
The steady torrid wind
Carries my heart
To the blinding, stark loneliness;
she returns my pleas
In mocking tone –
Do you think I betray
My secrets so easily?
Goodbyes are too late;
Regrets – I will not entertain
Them
I continue to hold on
Even though the purpose of it
Slowly drains away.
I’m far too high to return now
Too cold and too white
Too light…
*inspired by George Leigh Mallory
