For me this year has been a special mountain,
Incandescent on its sunlit peak.
Revisiting its rich, eventful days,
So full of love, I think with joy of you.
There is no darkness on our lovely mountain
As I gaze from this first blissful peak.
Nothing I imagined yields these days:
Needing, wanting, loving, having you.
In earlier years I thought of this first mountain,
Visioning the vista from its peak,
Enwrapped in fantasies in those days:
Ripples in the darkness without you.
So shall I love you on this yearly mountain
As I gaze from its familiar peak,
Recalling the long innocence of days
Yearning for what I now have in you.