Stream of Days
My heart rests in the mountains,
This climb will take me far.
It’s said I set my course,
On a bright too distant star.
But notice they sound weaker,
As I leave that atmosphere.
What a glorious adventure,
Leaving winds of sadness peer.
So I’ll reach out for the sunlight,
Feel it reaching out to me.
Catching glimpses of the life past,
Where my station used to be.
Now to seize the day before me,
While I let my voice ablaze.
In the wonder of this moment,
On a journey’s stream of days.
