Be hidden in mist
One day fill horizon
The next not exist
Then at midnight
By starlight is kissed
Seeming unmoved
But only rise slow
Above the clouds
Where timber won't grow
Seat of eyries
For eagles and crows
Traverse and climb
The barren peak
Under waterfalls
Over the creeks
Until you summit
The clarity you seek
Horizons unlimited
©️Sylphide poem 2020
Incredibly lovely as always. Have missed your words and finally found your blog!
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