“Up so high,
Serene in solitude,
Actions stop,
Voices fade,
Thoughts cease,
And the Breath fogs,
In the veneer of silence, he writes…
Up in the sky,
Burf he learnt,
Burf, the first in life,
The white carpet lured,
And the ignorant fool falls,
Galloping away, before a canter,
Fall he did…
Down the slope with grief,
He falls,
Face down, in velvet snow,
Shout he did, in silence,
No one to hear…
The mighty mountain rumbled,
And the sky darkened, to “cry”, a mournful hymn…
Up the mountain,
The passing wind, from the warmer south, heard the song,
It had been long,
Yet for a lost friend,
It returned,
To light a hearth and melt the snow,
Rose he did, finally…
Up to the stars,
He rose,
The light of life burning strong,
Now he rose,
Sure in step, and,
Steady in stride,
This time to fly,and he did…”
