I Never Climbed Your Mountain

I Never Climbed Your Mountain

I remember,

Noon one New Year's
Eve, we stood beneath the
Vast mountain of the
Eiffel Tower and watched as
Rows of tourists waited to ascend.

Captivated by your
Large iron arm,
Immense in superiority and
Made by the hands of men,
Beckoned our chilled hearts,
Enticing us to stand in line and brace the
Droves of frozen motionless souls.

Yet patience was no friend, and
Over Lena bridge
Under a poetic Paris sky we
Rambled away from your towering beauty.

Memories lie deep now,
Of fragrant roasted chestnuts
Under the Eiffel Tower that
New years night, sunk
In the arms of my lover,
As we strolled merrily by the Seine
In a peaceful silence thinking, I
Never climbed your mountain.

                                                  spb.