Leaving those altitudes

I've been walking on the purest snows.

I've been breathing the lightest oxygen.

I've been crossing rough stone stretches

and honey-sweet mountain pastures.

I knew you. I loved you. But now

it's time to leave those altitudes. It's time

for you to go. It's time

for you to breathe.

 

(From the highest high to the lowest low.

Lightning storm outside. Soul-weather...)

Done