There is no mountain higher than
That comes between two people once in love.
But time can tear a mountain down with tears
As former lovers slowly move towards
There is no happiness in hard, cold anger
Twisted like a girder in one's way.
The sun and rain can manage to grow flowers
Across the bleakest crust of lava plain.
So we, too, I hope, can manage friendship
Upon the battlefield of past defeat.
I would not want to lose our years of loving
To moments caught for good in bitter light.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.