A Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog

Here I stand, a wanderer above a sea of fog

Mine eyes bear witness to that glorious dawn:

That noble light dances on the mountaintops.

Its stage is the endless folds and ridges with their rocky outcrops.

Caressed by those clouds that await their imminent epilogue,

Fleeting, rising from somber vales, by the light they are withdrawn.

That enchanting mist now caught between bright sun and treetops,

For such a brief moment it was strewn, but now foregone.

Such is the nature of all that is beautiful.

A stunning mystery so majestic, a sight one could forever dream on.

Yet ever is time the thief, its constant passage is all that is immutable.