Pinnacle of Felicity

Pinnacle of Felicity

I can feel the clouds becoming dense
As I near the snow capped apex
My visibility is abating with each foot
Felicity belittles Kilimanjaro
To a Southern African anthill
The air is so thin like an abstract apparition
I am as high as Bob ever was
While competing with a 70s hippie
Jimmy per say
I hark au courant gliders whizzing past
I am so weary
So frail

She is right by my side
All the way from the foot of valley
The very troublesome valley
She has my hand in hers
And I have hers in mine
Our hearts are synching
Synching to one pulse
As we keep going higher and higher
To Jimmy Marley hippie land

We set our eyes on the crest
Our souls are craving that pure zenith
Rising beatitudes keep us going
As we look down to our lives in retrospect
We are a few steps away
Still hand in hand
From the Pinnacle of Felicity