In the Mountains

 

When my lips
First touched yours,
The valleys echoed
A timeless verse.

Mist curled softly
Around our breath,
And silence spoke
Where words had left.

Your lips were fire
In the mountain chill,
Mine melted
With a hungry will.

No need to speak,
No need to move—
Even the wind
Paused for love.

Pine trees stood
As witnesses still,
While we carved forever
On that hill.

The sun peeked through
Snow-draped skies,
But we were lost
In each other’s eyes.

That kiss,
High above the world’s unrest—
Was the mountain's heart
Laid bare on my chest.