{"id":4941,"date":"2023-11-26T20:26:03","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:26:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=4941"},"modified":"2023-11-27T23:13:08","modified_gmt":"2023-11-27T23:13:08","slug":"climbing-mountains","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/c-poems\/climbing-mountains\/","title":{"rendered":"Climbing Mountains"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Climbing Mountains<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on February 7, 2011.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nShe smiles with the eyes of an angel at play<br \/>\nAnd laughs like a fresh April breeze;<br \/>\nShe whispers my name and I&#8217;m floating away<br \/>\nAdrift on the warm summer seas,<br \/>\nHer fingertips trace every line of my soul,<br \/>\nA moment alone and I&#8217;m losing control.<\/p>\n<p>We talk about travel, the books she has read,<br \/>\nThe state of the world and his wife;<br \/>\nAnd though I attend to each word that she&#8217;s said<br \/>\nI dream of a far sweeter life &#8212;<br \/>\nWhere she&#8217;s in my arms, in my bed every night<br \/>\nAnd sorrows of parting are far out of sight.<\/p>\n<p>Her lips are like sips of a fine vintage wine,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m drunk on the sound of her voice,<br \/>\nWe dance through a maze of perplexing design,<br \/>\nEach step is a moment of choice.<br \/>\nShe follows my lead, though she&#8217;s guiding me too,<br \/>\nRebuilding together the worlds we once knew.<\/p>\n<p>Tomorrow&#8217;s the future, the past wears a veil,<br \/>\nToday may be all there can be.<br \/>\nOur dreams conjure mountains our hearts long to scale,<br \/>\nTo views only our eyes will see.<br \/>\nAs hand over hand she ascends to the skies<br \/>\nAnd fathom by fathom I drown in her eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Climbing Mountains by cricketjeff on February 7, 2011.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved She smiles with the eyes of an angel at play And laughs like a fresh April breeze; She whispers my name and I&#8217;m floating away Adrift on the warm summer seas, Her fingertips trace every line of my soul, A moment [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9696,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4941","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4941","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4941"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4941\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6566,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4941\/revisions\/6566"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9696"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4941"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}