Two weeks
on snow covered peaks
blaring sun
bringing colour
to cheeks.
Contemplating
life
as an opposite
to existence.
Dancing
down the slope
heart beating
a rhythm of hope.
Will it last?
When two weeks
have passed?
Or shall I
return
to sit
and stare
and wonder
what happened
there.
What happened
to clarity of mind.
Be headstrong
or let mundane return
and kill the lust
all over again.

The choice is
as always
mine.