High & dry

Alone I walk the mountainroad.
with my head in the clouds
so far apart from the one I need.
The summit seems unreal
Leaving me high and dry.
Clueless about distance without
any certainties.
The damp dabs my being.
Lost inside the mist where
the roads cease to exist.
My heart burns and pounds.
So I move on,
ignoring my chilled bones
and lone feelings.
Replacing them with something more.
And hope breaks through the fog.