Mist blows in

Mist blows in over mountain peaks
As clouds merge, vision closes in
A fog too thick to see the path
Ahead the long walk lasts
until it ends

Away in the distance, horns echo…and again
one lonely voice
Whispering ancestors’ secrets once told,
now lost in the mist
Like faraway valleys now submerged in white,
long gone

Imagination takes me out, out of here…

Silent steps beat as cycles of longing
Longing to be one again, before birth,
before life began
In the cosmic ocean revealed as mist
to my eyes