Day 3149, can’t

I like mountains 
especially the parts 
I can't reach

Day 2634, asleep.

Daily picture, Poetry

In all the years I lived with her
she never woke up 

I guess I didn't ether

Day 2631, I see.

Daily picture, Poetry

In the distance sea 
I live

Day 2630, different.

Daily picture, Poetry

I've seen these mountains a thousand times
from the window where I stand 
and only the clouds
change them

Day 2629, what.

Daily picture, Poetry

What are the mountains waiting for?

Day 2532, though.

Daily picture, Poetry

Though you don’t throw a shadow over me
you are still hanging
suspiciously 
over me

Day 2091, afar.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I stand afar

in front of these massive

black

ancient rocks

~

formed a billion years ago

it’s not their size

that makes me feel small

~

when it sheds its next rock

a cliff

into the valley below

loosened by cold and sun

~

we might all be long

gone

~

we are not even a cliff

an outlook

we are like the snow

that fell to low

on its slope

Day 2090, phases.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The water recedes

lured by the moon

~

I sit still

on a wet rock

one foot touches the water

~

there are no waves today

and I can see far

past the mountains in the distance

~

I think I will skip

from rock to rock

till the next phase

Day 2073, path.

Day's pictures

There is nothing more beautiful

than seeing mountains on your path

~

climbing up after a vast view

wandering down on thin air

to the valley in shade

where the paths begins

Day 1485, I’m driving.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I stand afar

in front of these massive

black

ancient rocks

~

formed a billion years ago

it’s not their size

that makes me feel small

~

when it sheds its next rock

a cliff

into the valley below

loosened by cold and sun

~

we might all be long

gone

~

we are not even a cliff

an outlook

we are like the snow

that fell to low

on its slope

The water recedes

lured by the moon

~

I sit still

on a wet rock

one foot touches the water

~

there are no waves today

and I can see far

past the mountains in the distance

~

I think I will skip

from rock to rock

till the next phase

There is nothing more beautiful

than seeing mountains on your path

~

climbing up after a vast view

wandering down on thin air

to the valley in shade

where the paths begins

The mountains

I see

around the corner

are far away

but pull on me

~

the peaks

covered

in yesterday’s snow

hide

the unbeaten paths

I long for

~

suddenly

~

a dream

warns me

to watch the road

I’m driving

Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.

The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.

And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.