The Mountain of Serenity

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might,

 

 

 

towards our repressed cherished memories, and towards our quiescent hopes.

 

 

 Here we are again, rushing with all our might,

 

 

 

impelled by our irresistible heartbeat, in pursuit of our inhumed dreams.

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might,

 

 

 

breaking free from many years of all-encompassing soul enslavement.

 

 

 

Our soul bondage that abides in the grip of our tyrannous nights.

 

 

 

Our tyrannous nights that pulled our souls apart, and in the blackness of their nights, we where deeply engulfed.

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might, 

 

 

 

caressing affectionately our bleeding wounds, wiping out our unsuppressed tears,

 

 

 

and drawing sincerely reassuring smiles on our wistful faces.

 

 

 

The wasted faces that we got as a result of many years of accumulative grief.

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might, 

 

 

 

heading towards the top of our sanctuary that resides on the top of the mountain of our towering love. 

 

 

 

Our towering love that keeps increasing with the passing of years.

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might,

 

 

 

heading towards our reclusive shrine that resides on the top of the mountain of our spiritual peace.

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might,

 

 

 

heading towards our home which resides on top of the Mountain of our Serenity.

 

 

 

The mountain which is soaring high in the night sky, away from the insane agitation of this hectic world.

 

 

 

Here we are again, rushing with all our might,

 

 

 

heading towards our blessed heaven that resides into our hearts,

 

 

 

whenever we climb together the mountain of our upcoming days.