The top of the hill is in our sight;
We have been climbing it for so long.
Looking back, we see the path,
The path which we have walked.
We see the barriers we have climbed,
The places where we have stumbled,
But most of the path has been smooth.
We look above, and the path is clear,
Clear all the way to the top.
My lover may reach it first,
Or I might be first,
But it does not matter
As we will both meet at the top,
The top of our hill,
Our hill of life,
And from there our Spirit will be one,
And together we will travel to infinity,
With our infinitesimal love guiding us,
Guiding us for eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just reflecting once more. The picture is one of mine that I took when walking towards Broadway Tower in Worcestershire, UK.
- Category: Reflection
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A journey well described Andy
Thank you Michael, it is a great journey which will continue.
Good write Gold. Yes, they always 'went up' to the Temple at Jerusalem. An easy walk down hill on the way back.
Very true Orchi, thank you.
Thank you Kat, we used to walk that path quite often but my wife now gas difficulty walking at all but we have the pictures to remind us.
An appealing metaphor on true love here, Goldie! Well done, and congratulations on having found it.
Thank you Louis, the love has never wavered.
walking to the top of a hill , you are both walking the way you want to in the same direction so it does not matter who reaches the top first .. because you will both reach the same place in the end .. lovely piece of writing .. i like how you used the idea of walking to the top of a hill, to describe reaching a nice destination , very nice indeed
Thank you yellowrose, you are most kind.
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