Mounting the Mount

by Dewayne Allday

2009

My minds a swirl,

a mirey murl,

a thousand gates

that flood my world.

I climb the mount

and look about;

amongst the sane,

where is Dewayne?

Up on the ice I place my pick,

my sunglasses contain the glare

I think.

My rope, my harness, my wits

hold firm; my safety

doesn't make me squirm.

It's cold my dear, my fearless queen,

no thoughts of where I am or been.

The ice runs deep inside my veins,

but the blood my heart

pumps is all a flame.

Can it, will it, might it melt it,

can it, kill it, or maybe tame it,

the ice monster in my veins?

Can that beast be contained,

the warmth and cold

doth wax and wane?

What do I know, for now I climb

and endure the pain;

Until that day I mount the mount,

until that day it's all explained;

and once on top,

I'll stand my ground,

I'll plant my flag,

and trust my warmth

will melt the snow

and mine eyes will bring forth

tears that overflow the valleys

down below.

I'll dance around a love so pure,

a song will serenade my heart and show

that all the while with pain's a gain,

it's worth the time, that mountain mile.

For this I know, my heart does show.

For this I know, my heart does show,

and this place I want to go,

and this place I want to know.