Embraced by the pines
Tinted with frost
High upon their thrones
Of brisk, mountainous solitude

Into the caverns
From the hellish slopes beneath
I quietly vanish
From the turning cogs of old

My forgotten role
Ages and ails
As food for cobwebs
So rusted and obscure

A long walk
Into the breathless hills
Was where it began
With glittering promise

I’ve woven new horizons
Beyond the mountain’s zenith
Peacefully diverging
For pristine, towering refuge

For the unseen lights
That straddle a foreign shore
Away from what’s certain
To treasure its rolling mist