Mountaintop
Now that we've found our ways
Into the secrets of each other's deepest, sweetest keeping,
Where our souls store the mystique of their immortality,
We realize that a miraculous climacteric
Has caused the stream of destiny to alter its course,
Revealing a mountaintop aglow with a golden aureole,
To whose summit it's floating us, in its slow, devoted flow,
Where we'll be shown a view of the future,
In which we'll see our faces reflected in the eye of eternity.
10/13/12 - (1)
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