The Raging Battle

High up on the mountain's slopes I sit and try not to let the cold beat me Rather, I sit and try to vanquish it Why, the winds pierce through my bones Causing my blood to freeze And my heart to stop beating! But I concentrate hard on the stars Letting their warmth reach into the core of my soul While allowing their songs to invade all of my senses! Transfixed, I hardly know of what am I doing Will the cold winds emerge winsome Or will the mystical warmth have the last word? While the battle rages on, Subtly, my guardian spirit flies over to me In the guise of golden clouds To whisper in my ears "Of what use is battling with forces you can handle not?" Jolted, my pulse quickens and I gape open mouthed At nothing in particular Pray, what I am trying to show to myself By having the winds battling with existence's mysticism Better it is To carry a light heart While letting myself flow there where stars bid me to By pushing across me, winds, to which my intuition Shall submissively follow! The mountains' slopes I choose to leave Knowing that I am not left on my own For, the stars shall be there to accompany me As long as I would breathe!