I left my heart aching in awe.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
****** my humble eye.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
I left my heart aching in awe.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
****** my humble eye.
Alaska is awaiting my return. My sister lives there.
