The Mountain Just too far

Often I have grasped at a distant peek of the mountain just to far,

      With failures sting at best endured, each cut becomes a scar,

Weakened by the promise lost, or hope left unfulfilled,

      A soul’s decay is measured by, the dreams each fall has killed.

Oh, time’s most surely done her share, to grow dim the broader view,

  As my reflective image shows tired and old, where tomorrow once shown through,

The mark that’s never met, leaves memory torched by pain,

      Where feelings burn, then burn away, to na’re return again.

Just once you’d think, that fate would find a way to weight the scale,

      To make amends, for all the times, she chose that I should fail,

Ah, but therein lies the crux, for then she would prove fair,

      But temptress fate would lose her charm, if perceived to even care.

I’m led once more into the storm torment, by being self-deceived,

 Why must my mind give birth to thoughts, my heart’s so certain to believe?

But strain once more to rise I must, from ashes charred by fear,

      To smell the faint and fading fragrance of; her vision passing near.

So enchanted I’ve become, as to dare to face the risk,

      Of exposing things long hid inside, on the chance that she exist,

Oh my fair beauty, I’ve admired so long from oh so far,

      My breath she steals each time my thoughts of her are what they are.

Oh such small glimmer forbidden hope, that stir’s beneath my chest,

      Long linger new found friend, that what’s to come may be your very best,

That long last finally, what’s been found, will prove to be the truth,

      For truly thoughts of hope restore in me, what I’ve been losing since my youth.

And may it please my God above, who’s always there to care,

      To bring we two the closer still, our forevers we might share,

It seems for dreamers such as I, things aren’t always what they are,

            As once again I grasp at distant peeks, of the Mountain  Just Too Far.

^© 02/02/1996

Don Scarbrough