Just something

Shadow glides across ground,
frame of a boy against sky,
night covers shadow.

The essence

The mountians of snow,
The only real thing I feel,
The snow beneath me,

I go down the slopes,
the night closing in, but still,
I must go onward.

To see what there is,
over the ridge through the trees.
I stop at a light.

I look through the trees.
Maybe it's a fleeting dream.
feel compelled to go.