This view tempts my will,
With a cliff to define my risk with consequence.
Could it be that everything I've known is below,
While what was in store drifts in a sunny glow?
The clouds were something I could have touched,
if my journey to this sanctuary had ended sooner.
I could have felt the rain before it fell from heaven,
Which would fall only further than the distance the ground had given.
The peak is behind me now, where it all should've happened,
But now I stand at the end as another failure; another poetic companion.
I see lakes from the shade uncovering the terrain,
a mile ahead of me, lined with red.
Below, a stream so close which feeds into the water beds.
I cannot tell what lines the borders of each lake.
Red around the water, it has been...
A cliff to define my risk with consequence, it has been...
It tempts my will, but this could stay,
Yet hope and arrogance leads my way.
Roses or blood, this color may be,
Just one more step, and we shall see.
