Whistler Hearts
Snow capped mountains reaching skyward;
Majestic stones beckon climbers.
Such ominous beauty defies man’s touch;
A wilderness meca forever as such.
Ridges of ice above the clouds;
Surrounding peaks appear like shrouds.
Next to me she stands so close;
My hand in hers, felt petals of rose.
What fate hath brought such love for I;
This throneroom of gods, her beauty defies.
No time or place hath moved my soul;
Her grace reveils a glimmer of gold.
Lost in spirit my heart it soars;
I compare her not to loves closed doors.
Not first love, nor lust compare;
Her beauty’s alone, yet every where.
These mountains of rock, paradise of wild;
My heart in hers, I feel not beguiled.
Seeds of love planted in hearts;
We walk together, never apart.
Johnny Stork
September 24 1992