ALL I CAN SEE
High above trees that rise to the sky
Standing on a ridge that climbs in rock
I can see further than a thousand years.
Hard white stone that has weathered
To winds that have borne fragments of memories
Etched into veins that savage the heart.
Torrid river below that runs turbulent though meek
Branches dragged into currents that spit and scream
Yet can gently gurgle and smooth boulders to gems.
The air is silent as I sit amid the clouds
And ponder a path that leads to somewhere
A path which will show me calm and quietness.
No one stands beside me as I gaze to the future
A crossroads with no direction to walk
A journey I shall tread alone.