Stairway to the Sun

At that height, the air was thin
but the wind brought the coolness
of the snow on the peaks
the eyes absorbed the first light
the body felt rested
ready to go further up
to bear the weight more easily
once the first steps were taken

From a height downward
the roads seemed like lines on which
figures moved far and near
everything seemed sharper than in the valley

the heart beat wildly with love
the wind comforted the tears in the eyes
to feel freedom and to long
for the past, a bird
escaping time, to bring a song
to grow wings and fly along
to drift in circles on the air current
to easily open and close wings
to process the grief
to comfort the pain