Roads of gravel

On the road to the rocky hill

That lay towards the North

With a snow caped peak

I was on my way

Walking through the deserted road

As smooth as ice and gravelly on the banks

The gravel and the forest met on their eaves

To the left and to the right

And we walked together

With posts and signs showing up

Every now and then

As if they were put in place

With efficacy and need

To control the walkers of that road

The walkers to the rocky hill

With a snow caped peak

Some I shrugged

And some I walked to where it sent me

Walking on a balancing line

That which was never evident

A straight line or bent

Was not a matter of choice

As if we walked hand in hand

To reach the white cape

Surrounded by deserted roads

That walked up to its sheer peak

On the way I hoped that I met

A strange creature

In hope to spell what my story was

The reason for my walk

And with no questions asked

We would stream to the cliff

Not knowing the time that passed

And not knowing where the eaves met

On the banks of that icy road