Rocks and peaks beyond mountains,
beyond mountains, beyond mountains, beyond mountains.
Mountains beyond mountains beyond mountains.
What is a mountain?
A mountain is what you go a long way around to avoid.
A mountain is a walk into the unknown.
A mountain is the crazy river's reason.
A mountain is what is not worth having.
A mountain is identified by its thumbprint of contour lands.
A mountain is nothing without its skyline.
A mountain can't even recall its own name.
A mountain is where we realize how far short
we fall of the birds.
A mountain is where the scouring glaciers had to admit defeat.
A mountain is the last resort of extreme views.
You climbed and you climbed, [? Chonzie. ?]
Oh, how you climbed.
And I would have loved to join you up there without more
spells and gurgles, up there where I can't go, up
there where the sun is shining.
Even if I can't get to that spot where big
Eck seems to be pointing, into that far patch of green
marking the hillside spring from which the fawn leaps
and the last cairn where the cup of ruins securely chained.
Then, I can still lie here weighing the lag in my legs.
Ah, there's nothing for it but to take a leaf from my dear Jo
and fall asleep dreaming Schiehallion,
dreaming Lushan's moon afloat on Dunalastair's silver screen.