November 01^st, 2018

A cold dark mountain
Pierces the sky’s edge.
In my boat I watch it
Coated with late sun.
For ten years
I’ve dreamed of it.
Today I finally can
Approach that ghostly height.
Huge rocks
Look black overhead,
Flying waterfalls
Glimmer at night.
I need to climb up
That solitary peak
And sit waiting for white clouds to rise.