To the top of the mountain 

you carry your dream

Hart worn,hard fought,

the pinnacle 

A solitary wind blows 

Touching the air,you reach;

Grasping the mirage 

of what you believe. 

Hands fall silent,laden with promise 

Eyes hung to the horizon 

Othere mountains,ragged peaks

their distance weary.   

Flags of achievement flutter, desolate 

Remembered, unforgettable, the past

The emptiness of it all,filled with pride, 

the warmth returns

The decent ,awaits; to return 

The reality of dreams.