With the summit you hope to conquer
The mountain of ice stands ahead
The cliffs look far, far away
The bleak snowy landscape around you looks dead

The gray sky above looks dark and forbidding
The air around you is cold and still
It is more silent than a night when no one's around
The water before you is glassy and chill

You close your eyes against the strong wind
But when you open them, nothing is there
The water is gone, as is silence
No mountain of snow, no cold chilly air.

All that is left is a room and a bed,
Your desk and your pen
But you wonder about the dream that you had
You wonder if you could go, climb that mountain again

[Poems] [Porchwith House]