mist-bound ascent

∴ silver breath wraps mountains
edges soft, shifting with northern gusts—
her realm, where ridge keepers’ song
choruses into eventide

every step, a promise, pulls us closer
steady purchase, fleeting still—
ground herself moves us forward
never losing what she holds

each turn unveils no answers
but fiery-gleamed questions
we pause—not for doubt
but to revel in her wonder
letting mist bear this moment’s weight

notes rise, unbidden, unbodied—
theorbo’s thrums clear and deep
tuning sight to resonance within
an ancient chord awakening:
see beyond
step into what awaits
claim this moment as ours ∴