The mountain swells from the ground like a tsunami She lilts up it's slopes as a deer streaks past, I stop to watch but immediately my love calls me "Higher," she beckons
The trees thin out in the asthmatic air from here the earth blooms forever to the lip of the sky, where the wind whispers Fate I stop to listen "Higher," she beckons
The air turns to ice I can just see her face through the howling snow giant boulders emerge from the storm monolithic faces their eye's alight with Prometheus and from their mouths I hear Pandora's consequence, but there is no time "Higher," croons my angel and disappears in the flurry
"Higher," her disembodied voice echoes but I'm at the summit The wind whips my face the Moai groan at my feet Pandora murmurs away
"Higher, higher, higher," chants my love But I am at the summit the valley looming below like a dare
Fate screams Her secrets, begging my ear but she urges me on "Higher, higher, higher!" so I jump