Serenade To The Sunrise

From mountain's view, I stare  
a serenade to the sunrise  
and the beauty that appears  
 
brushed rose, drapes her cheek  
set back eyes wander, im in awe  
chills, sensed, at height's peak
sending shivers, thru this land I saw
 
solitude softly dips her hand  
whispers beg out  
to thine angel,  
again and again
 
moist dew glistens in the valley
a stiff wind blows on in
grasping at all of her attention
I succumb to every whim
 
the streams do gently rumble
fog has gone away
sun has lit her wonder
filling an illimitable void