"For Heather, From her slow husband"
(This is a picture of the Rocky Mountains I took on our trip to Las Vegas)
Your beauty is like a morning dawn
Rising up so gracefully over the horizon
Illuminating my life in light and warmth
The evening stars are jealous of you
Out shining them with your radiant loveliness
As you drift in the center of my existence
Yet as time passes such beauty becomes blocked
By mountains of my neglect and selfishness
The world grows dark and cold without your light
I know your beauty is still there, waiting
I must climb, climb to the top of the mountains
Only there can I bask unheeded in your beauty again.