THE MOUNTAIN TOP
You visited me the day I moved here
and I longed to see you again.
So I drove to the mountain top
to join you.
Instead
I witnessed the majestic
pink clouds of evening
reflecting the days' intensity
as demonstrated
by the setting sun
too bright to gaze
upon by the naked eye.
I searched the clouds to find you
but to no avail.
My eyes unable to see
the force of your presence.
Yet my skin chilled
as I knew you were there
beyond these Earth's senses.
Copyright V. Rose 1999
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