Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog

Bread by both beauty and fear alike
he carries the remnants of power and might
where rocks hold the symbolic weight he possesses
but how solid they are?
for they erode without sympathy

He looks down and stares deeply into the fog
he looks all over and sees a sea of cavernous fog
mountain tops bulge shyly and
with warning of no means
life takes a photo of you confronting the sea of fog
and dips it in the shallow waters
where shipwrecks and lost souls
embrace it with creamy, cramped eyes
of subliminal wonderings and goals

Wonderer,
a flat surface tells a lot
because of your heart
that all else
revolves around
all converges, meets
at the seminal symphony
that is the art
that emanates
freely from your heart

Wonderer,
you reason with vastness
alone all in all alone
but at fault you are
since vastness is what delivers
reason

Up is down and Down is up for you
for your ways in the world
are all the true colour
and light
with fleeting glimpse of unknown peaks
of unmatched height
Or am I now at fault
with a word
such as ‘unmatched’?

All in all
I wrote this poem
so the fault is truly mine
my value , my trouble
the fear and the beauty
and the fear of beauty