Qomolangma (Everest)

poetry by Jan 

(Translated from Danish)

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Death on the mountain

The last call

I love you Baby

Through the howling storm

Between the swirling ice flowers

Don't worry Baby

I'll make it Honey

The dead frozen fingers lose time

I will be safe Baby

Nothing stops

Before hope stops

Go to sleep Baby

No mercy from the peak up there

And the darkness is black as the end of times

Take it easy Baby

And the storm howls and nothing makes sense as the contours disappear in the white embankment

And there's nothing left than the sleep, the deliverance, the last sigh as the spark slowly extinguishes and the world stop to exist.

I go to sleep now Baby

We wake up together Baby

Some other day Baby

In some other universe My Love