The horizon was on fire
Daylight its destination
It would make of me a liar
My imagination
The hues of orange and wine
The hawks are passerbys
The strangle of the strange devine
Before my eyes
I travel on these hills on purpose
And force the rise of dawn
And notice I am nervous
To belong
My thoughts welcome the skies
And blinded by their declaration
I trust my open eyes
In sweet temptation
A fox traversed my path
For the fourth time this year
And questioned what I have
To offer that is dear
A bear strolled past and crossed
To break this dawn and break its fast
I envied all it's fur
The shadow that it cast
The deer assigned the scout
Leading the herd
Stared back into my eyes out loud
And this is what I heard
What are you doing here?
Is it the days you're counting?
Have you not had enough
Of this, our mountain?