I stand on a soaring peak, in a forest of peaks.
Their towering heights so high they scrape the sky;
Jagged edges cut through my line of sight,
and I wonder how these indomitable beasts
can stand to be so alone.
They seem untouched by time as it passes by,
it swirls around them in silent eddies;
stirring up snow on the most ambitious peaks,
and howling through the darkest, deepest valleys.
It attacks every crack and crevice,
but always fails to penetrate the mountaintop.
It is here, a place far from time's cold grasp,
that silence can be found.
Here we are alone, truly alone,
with the vast expanse of time and space surrounding us.
It is in this place that time's edge can be found.