I saw him packing, a flashlight and a rope.
I asked where you headed.
“To the mountains”, he roared.
I asked why, and his eyes gleamed
in a way which I had never seen.
“Elevated earth and hairpin bends.
Narrow paths that would never end.
You may move but shall be still.
This way you can only feel amid hills.
Alpine habitats and needle leaf trees,
Unspoiled wilderness there shall be.
Deep turns will make you sway
while the brook shall lead you the way
to a place, familiar to you
Into an empty space where
the sky shall spread blue.
Stare at the sun as it sets
the sky will then bleed red.
Gradually it will turn dark
and suddenly you will see a star.
And the next few moments you’d lay stunned
for you would see millions of them at once.
None of them will leave a scar
but you will be left with an intangible mark.
I have one, but I can’t show you.
Pack your stuff so you can feel it too.
No words can be just to describe
the peace you would feel.
No wounds exist that
the mountain air cannot heal.”