Kay M. Sutton
I travel towards the mountains, showing splendour and grace.
The silence holds no boundaries only time and infinite space.
Mysteries are abundant, with nature all around.
A solitary figure, listening for the sound.
Echoes, echoes all around from the sound of my voice.
The mountains deep and mysterious offer little choice.
Feelings of isolation creep upon me for a while.
But the solitude goes, and I give a little smile.