I think the summit lighthouse has always been you

Sunset, sunrise. Hot summer nights. Wet spring days. Cool fall days. Freezing winter times. I challenge the elements for something I believe is for me. All the trails I search and follow. I hope when I get there. I pray it will take me back to the first night we met.

I never know what I’m running or going too, This is why I run to the summit. In hopes it’s you, and you’re there. I’m here, but where are you. You’re not here. The summit view has always been you.

The sunset, sunrise, the lonely bird. The fall colors. The winter snow, the spring beauty. The summer river all held the safety for my travels. I see the beauty in everything in my lonely in you. The path to the summit has always been you.

Sunset, sunset. Hot summer days and nights. Those spring days. Cool fall days. Those freezing winter days. I challenge the elements for something I believe is for me. No matter the times the water still flows the same. To The sand on my feet the smell of the ocean. On a crowded busy shore line. I know when I see the lighthouse. I know no matter how dark it is. I’ll find my way. I see the pier. You’re at the end. No matter how far I walk. I can’t see……… I can’t see you anymore. You’re my lighthouse. I think the summit/lighthouse has always been you.

I never know what I’m running or going too, This is why I run to the summit. In hopes it’s you, and you’re there. I’m here, but where are you. You’re not here. The summit view has always been you.

To the summit. To the ends of the shore. I don’t know why I’m running. In the end I know There’s nothing but a view still running in hopes it’s you