“Mountaintops”
And then it was that we arrived atop that mountain
And gazed around at the world below us, the valley
We had left that morning cloaked in clouds, the
Mountain topped with pine and fir. The cold wind
Swirled around us, and you drew your cloak tight
Over your shoulders, shivering in the afternoon sun.
Across the vale we could see our destination, floating
In the clouds and fog, shimmering in the distance,
Kissed by the light and I kissed your lips lightly.
It seemed a place from another world, a gulf beyond
Measure keeping us from the castle in the sky.
And then it was that we remembered
When together, we can fly.
Hohenzollern Castle, Germany
The Swords of the Ancients 