Entry 012

Walls of the Church, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Pilatus

Such a place exists.

I saw the snow.

I slipped on the sleet.

The icicles, the coldest, thickest,

Clearest ones you could ever see,

Hung right there by me,

On mount Pilatus.

Such a place is dreamlike.

I was above the clouds.

I traveled up through the pure white dimension.

The journey, the longest, most beautiful,

Most amazing one you could ever take,

Leads you to that place,

On mount Pilatus.

I wish I could stay there,

And I want to see it again.

I'll take you there one day,

To mount Pilatus.

"Pilatus," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 19th, 2011