Atop a Mountaintop

• Artist: Acelin Rae
• Description: This is actually a poem for an essay I wrote for one of my tests who's prompt was to write about a time you felt free. In the essay, I wrote of a metaphorical freedom rather than physical. This metaphorical freedom is brought when I embody and envision myself in a song.
  
  You, in this poem, refers to Grace, my best friend and the key to the inner sanctuary within my mind. She is not a real person, but rather a figure I created to give spirit and life to my guitar (who's name is Grace Melodia).
• Date: 04/05/2012
• Tags: atop mountaintop detail freedom

You and I danced atop a mountaintop. Below us lied a sea of verdancy and in the distance, an ocean of the deepest blue that eloped with the sky and embraced the horizon. The clouds were a virgin white that perforated the rays of the sun. The warmth of the sun and the joy I felt were the solace I needed to truly believe that the beauty of nature was not dead.

All is well and all is love when I see through the eyes and the memories of the souls I've felt so much. No matter what may befall us, no matter the state of our world, no matter when the storm may come, we don't have to fear being alone or unloved if our gifts to each other are unconditional.

You and I slept atop a mountaintop. The sky saddened into grey and black infected white, then the clouds split in two and the rain cascaded upon our visages. Clothes dripped and drenched I felt for your hand, but was surprised by the gloom of the rain and the moon that your presence decayed into that of dust. The hum of your voice and the joy I felt were the solace I needed to truly believe the beauty of song was not dead. 

All is well and all is love when I see through the eyes and the memories of the souls I've felt so much. No matter what may befall us, no matter the state of our world, no matter when the storm may come, we don't have to fear being alone or unloved if our gifts to each other are unconditional.

You and I kissed atop a mountain. The deluge from yesternight groomed the soil and emerging from the cold damp ground was a rose. Amongst so many others of its kind, what was it that led me to it and not another? Removed from the legion and resting in my left hand was that rose, while amalgamating with my right hand was yours. The embrace of your love and the joy I felt were the solace I needed to truly believe that the beauty of compassion was not dead. 

All is well and all is love when I see through the eyes and the memories of the souls I've felt so much. No matter what may befall us, no matter the state of our world, no matter when the storm may come, we don't have to fear being alone or unloved if our gifts to each other are unconditional.