Self-Standing

Down and deserted,

at the bottom of a limestone curtain  

I'm taking one last look

before my first step

can follow a single,
self-sufficient route
up the sublime mountain.

A new, exclusive trekking on my own

- with manifold trials -

Ready to enfold  their adverse adventures,

in front of my eyes.

With no one to care for my wounds,
Reaching the peak, by myself,

Would be like breathing in
the sad, 

lonely permanence of the altitude

and let my long-conflicting desires

finally click.

But for the distant silhouettes
of those kissing and hugging

in a wretched but divine place,

and the parting scents,
elevating their graceful decline,

I’d still be buried alive
inside  the scenic ruins

of the same distant homeland.