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The Pinnacle
Rated: E | Poetry | Romance/Love | #1498357
Absent Love
                                       Bursting through clouds, reaching the peak,
                                       finding the pinnacle of life.
                                       No higher place exists on Earth
                                       than reaching heaven with a kiss.
                                       No dream is greater than her lips,
                                       nothing sweeter than the one missed.
                                       Prize of excellence for a time,
                                       a peak unreachable again.
                                       This climb, the point of no return,
                                       forever stranded at great height.
                                       At least there was a taste of life,
                                       surmounting the glorious crest.
                                       Culmination of existence,
                                       magnificent summit above.
                                       Ascending the ages apex,

                                       levitation of mind … her face.
                                       The sunset cold, removing warmth,
                                       pitch the tent, lie, and wait to die.
                                       Frost moves in, numbing to the bone,
                                       having lived and ready to go.
                                       Seeing the dream, beautiful peak,
                                       closing the eyes, falling asleep.
                                       Never to awake, there’s no need,
                                       having made the climb of a life.
                                       It’s impossible to descend,
                                       the time at hand, the fall from grace.
                                       Peaceful sleep unto death’s last breath,
                                       floating clouds forming a mattress.
                                       Memories of the climb above
                                       float through death remembering love.
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