Hit The Heights Poem by Paul Reed

The sun hung high
In bold blue sky
As we danced under the dazzling light,
We had found a way
To gain the best from the day
As once more we hit the heights;

The morning rose apparelled
As the skylarks carolled
Over the wheeling gulls white,
Their soprano shrill
Surmounting earthly thrill
As once more we hit the heights;

All the jigsaw pieces
From history’s creases
Fell together to our gladdened sight,
Each moment distilled
And eternity filled
As once more we hit the heights;

Each recollection cherished
Was re-embellished
And polished ‘til clear and bright,
The bonds between us renewed
And with new hope imbued
As once more we hit the heights;

Treasures rediscovered
Buried memories uncovered
As the dust scattered in flight,
Granted another time
To set seal on our rhyme
As once more we hit the heights;

An old book re-opened
And from yellowed pages moribund
Old lessons re-learned that we might
Be fulfilled with their power
Through this sacred hour
As once more we hit the heights