Witness

 My bestie is in sulk mode and I am in happy mode... how the twain shall meet? 🤔🫠

The vibrancy in my heart after seeing those snow clad because of mountain peaks and featherlight cloud passing by was so serenely intense and such that it reminded me of legendary Howard Roark who burst into a gut and gall filled laughter atop a hill. I carry this image in my head.

Witness

A beautiful dream it was

hard to wake up from

and open eyes

to chimes of clock....

I was travelling

I was light 

garbed in lightest of bluish white

I was aface a tall peak

all clad

in whitest of snow 

where it was 

I do not know

may be Arctic

may be Himalaya 

serenely witnessing 

coming and go 

of mortals 

on travel and adventure.

I witnessed too -

its beauty 

was sheer delight 

its height

its presence

calm and secure

silent, strong, and sure...

Then lo aho

I saw

apiece of cloud pass by;

it came in afloat 

with ease without breeze

it drifted in view

at leisure

fleetingly

adorning the mountainface 

with heart stopping allure,

the grace that was to witness 

was such a momentous sight 

ever so gently 

in my heart 

a bubble of glee arose 

I received and preserved it 

as seal 

of Almighty's presence 

that so certainly, longingly was asserted 

in all that seemingly 

at present is

so goddarned not right.

In dream I erupted 

in a heartful carefree laugh 

with knowing -

I am safe 

I am home 

at long last.