Parading

The whole sky is yours

preserving a single moment longer than this one

coming down all day without purpose

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

With one dear friend we go up the highest mountain

Poked my head around the corner

Carpe diem but don’t translate carpe ‘seize’.

In the dark room the black

February, month of despair,

You probably think I’m nuts saying the mountains