Journey.

In a war I would never win,

I defeated myself,

for you.

I always climb swiftly,
To the long mountains
Of beautiful red flowers.
I search for you besides,
And I find you smiling at me,
Down from the valley.
Gazing from the peak,
Neither did I see the sky,
the relentless waves,
Or the eternal red flowers.
I could only see you.

Standing at the zenith of the world,

And myself,

I wonder if your eyes

Searched for me too.