First <br />time I <br />view <br />mountain <br />tops cloudless, <br />the sun <br />on <br />snow blinds <br />me, yet I <br />miss mystery <br />of the mist- <br />clothed peak, <br />which <br />reminds <br />me of the <br />hidden <br />one <br />that I <br />seek.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-mountain-tops/
