before vigilance or awareness,
it is youth that can afford to believe.
we thought everything a secret
and say nothing else about it.
we let mist
wrap around us
while clouds sifted through you and I.
and we waited in anticipation for mountains.
seek the edge against cool rhythms of color.
find the breezy blue shadows
tempest winds position in skies a notch below us,
heed the serene hymn and listen.