the climber

the climber toiled his way up the mountain of the world to hold your hand and shout your name so that it may echo throughout the four corners of the universe. for days he has strained his muscles upward, leaving nothing for the climb back down, resting only to sleep and watch the sunset.

at night, he dreams of swimming with dolphins in an ocean perfect blue.


while watching the sunset, he prays to God in all His glory to make it so that once he reaches the top, you may not find it in your heart to kick him back down.


the summit

so the climber bid the dolphin goodbye for the last tym and woke up from the ocean perfect blue to find himself just a few feet short of the summit. there, he saw you, barefooted and seated and more beautiful than he expected. he slowly finished the climb to where u were and asked, "are u goin 2 kick me back down?"

with a solemn shake of the head, u looked into his eyes and said, "my feet hurt."

"let me give u a foot rub then," he said. so u let him.

while he was massaging your feet, u asked him, "you came here to hold my hand and shout my name so that it may echo throughout the four corners of the universe, did u not?"

"yes i did," he said. "BUT HOLDING UR FEET IS GOOD FOR NOW."

there, atop the mountain of the world, with u joyously b4 him and the sky but a tiptoe away, the climber just realized how silent and peaceful and perfect everything was.

"besides," he continued, looking at ur face, "I WOULD RATHER WHISPER..."