On I walked, past many a river, valley and hill..
Villages, woods, farms and a mill
On I trudged, through roads I knew not..
towards the misty mountain I sought
Sometimes I could see it clear,
as it stood resplendently white
and at times only a murky mire..
but on I went on the relentless ride..
There were the black riders
who made a shiver run down my spine,
and the village folks
who tempted me with food and wine
But unyielding I was to this bargain,
for As it blushed a fiery red
I wanted to see the misty mountain,
when the lord kissed its snowy bed
It glistened like a bejeweled bride
refulgent in warmth so soothing,
As the mother’s lap to a child,
the beloved’s letter , to the warrior fighting
So on I went, my legs weary,
to behold that sight, dearest of all,
on horse, on caravan, foot and a ferry
to feel that feeling, most blissful of all..
Finally I reached the zenith,
as the lord ascended the cerulean throne,
and felt my heart brimming with blithe,
radiant in the crimson my soul shone.
But as I breathed, aware of every breath,
a shroud of fog it seemed engulfed
the madly thumping heart beneath
as slowly into navy the azure turned,
And I realized this quest was but a moment in eternity,
And there are more to come in this vagabond’s journey
