Sometimes
You climb the steepest slopes
and stare off at the horizon.

It’s fragile up there above the notched ridge.
Way up in the clouds
the delicate alpine grass,
is speckled
with pale flower blossoms.
a cool wind kisses you
on the face.

This is the place
where you walk
among the spirits.

Be careful though,
it is a long way down
and surely it leads
back to your bed
where your body waits with
bleary eyes and a dry mouth.
It is forgotten like old clothes
crumpled amongst
the folded bed sheets.