Himalayan

I looked for no colours, I looked for no sights,
I looked for no sweet or savoury delights,
I seeked only words of kindness and inspiration
From snowy peaks of many a tall mountain.
I sought words of beauty and image;
What they could be, I could not gauge.
These words had long left me when I was weary and asleep.
There were only blank pages stacked in a heap.
I expected, not, to find the same words,
But to find their meaning with letters arranged anew.
What I imagined would await me, were no beasts or birds,
But a hope of newness, a "change in view".
Although, what I would be met with - I'd only have to go.
The thought of waiting was daunting,
The action of crossing the bridge of time was less so.