His dream sleeps through the night
And rises with the sunrise.
As the sun chases mourning clouds
They weep feathery vapours for the Moon.
A fallen heart struggles in his own mud,
But he longs to conquer the mountain.
Its snowy peaks hold the answers he seeks,
Daisy bright desire springs forth his steps,
His eyes fixed on their target,
He begins a march powered desire,
On the mountaintop, Destiny awaits.
The Inky Web 