516. You’re My Mountaintop (Lyrics)

Verse 1:

It’s said life is a journey,

From our first day to our last,

And that when the sun’s nowhere to be found,

The darkness will soon pass.

I don’t know if there’s an answer.

A perfect ending to it all,

But I know that life without you,

Would have meant nothing at all.

Chorus:

(‘Cause) You’re my mountaintop.

There’s nowhere left to go.

When my time on Earth is up,

I hope you’ll always know,

I had nothing left to do,

No higher place to go.

‘Cause I, already had you.

Verse 2:

I hope you will forgive me,

When it’s time to say goodbye.

Life, it keeps on moving,

Under this bright blue sky.

You were not a moment.

A fleeting thought or view.

Every day was beautiful,

That I got to spend with you.

Chorus 1x

Moments fade away, and here we stand.

Time passes us by, as you hold my hand.

I will never forget your warm embrace,

And the smile that lit the world upon your face.

Chorus 1x (Repeat last line)

K. Aldaya, 4/20/2020

323. I’m Searching for a Memento

I’m searching for a memento:

Something I can save,

So one day when I grow old,

I’ll remember what you gave.

I’m searching for a memory:

A thought or feeling pleasant,

Of when you were part of my life,

To sneak into the present.

I’m searching for a piece of you,

That I can hold on to;

So one day when you are gone,

I’ll still have part of you.

I’m searching for some concrete proof,

That life is truly real;

That knowing you bore some gift,

That time cannot repeal.

I’m searching for a memento,

To hang upon my lifeline;

So some day when I am old,

I can treasure every line…..

Made from smiles of remembrance.

K. Aldaya, 12/6/15

Picture: By Andre Govia on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/andregovia/9443446927/in/photostream/

108. Golden Memories

On a day many years ago,

In a town of old,

I walked the streets of gray,

To find myself some gold.

Not the gold that feeds the hand,

But a gold inside.

A moment that sparkles a kind,

Memory, for heart to hide.

Just one moment of a tree,

With brightly colored leaves.

In this autumn this old tree,

Kind remembrance ‘chieves.

It only takes a small deep glance,

At a common beauty,

To store away the memories of ,

All which the Earth finds duty.

Don’t forget to take a breath,

And see all there is to see.

For these lovely visions are,

What can make heart’s free.

K. Aldaya, 12/4/04

Picture:  “An Autumn Stroll-West Bennington Vermont” by Thomas Schoeller: http://thomas-schoeller.artistwebsites.com/; http://fineartamerica.com/featured/an-autumn-stroll-west-bennington-vermont-thomas-schoeller.html