Reflection: Mountain View

Eager to accept this,
Desperate to believe it.
To what thoughts do you find comfort?

Rising sun awakes brighter every passing.
Or menacing shadow hangs down wicker aday.

If I cannot paint you my world...
How could you?

The picture behind me,
Becomes the picture below.
Wider, more embracing.
Surrounding from underneath.

The drumming slows down...

Hear me a voice,
Find me the silence.

Rhythms are lost...
Rhythms are made...
Just like roads...
Just like rivers...

Calling the answer...
That answers the call...

Alas, cold air makes me tremble.
But sunrise is short to only hours.
So keep calling, keep moving,
And let not even cold breeze catch us.