High on Parnassus

The eternal flame

The eternal flame.
Often we passed the monument,
hand in hand at first.
Each time I failed to see
beyond the dimming light
in your increasingly sceptical eyes.

The torch passes with time.
I run a different marathon now,
keeping another's step
in cardio-congruous beat,
to an auroral mountain top.

Faster, higher, longer.

The eternal flame.
In lighter, brighter eyes.
I notice it today.