Where The Clouds Reach the Ground

There exists a place
Forgotten by time
Its echo inexorably grows
In the presence of the silent giants
A clandestine entanglement
Of two worlds
Disparate
Yet equal.

There exists a place
That is covered in snow
Eternally yet finite
Impossible for the eyes to see
Numbing all senses
The periphery inclines
To prevail
Over thoughts and words.

Where the clouds reach the ground
There is nothing but silence
Where the vastness is profound
Night and day bear eternity
Where the mind reaches the heart
The soul is left in memories
Quiet and shallow lies the mound
Where the clouds reach the ground.

No one passes the edges
No one treads
Across the threshold
Of this silent place.

Foreseeing the end
On eternal ground
Entangled in a state
Familiar yet unknown
The snow-covered land
That harbours the mound
It leaves no choice
Than to walk this path alone.

No one passes the threshold
Of this silent place.

There is no more choice
Than to walk this path alone.