For me this year has been a special mountain, Incandescent on its sunlit peak. Revisiting its rich, eventful days, So full of love, I think with joy of you. There is no darkness on our lovely mountain As I gaze from this first blissful peak. Nothing I imagined yields these days: Needing, wanting, loving, having you. In earlier years I thought of this first mountain, Visioning the vista from its peak, Enwrapped in fantasies in those days: Ripples in the darkness without you. So shall I love you on this yearly mountain As I gaze from its familiar peak, Recalling the long innocence of days Yearning for what I now have in you.