Secret places

There is a tint of fire,
A red threaded flame imbued light.
It's sight,
Framing the mists and their mountain's spire.
Rises from the west upon this place.
These,
Heartfelt slopes and rock strewn climbs.
How the light defines the depths beneath.
Touching those,
Hard to reach,
Enduring,
Secret places.
Whose holds are,
The source,
From which life springs.
Of which,
Those first dawn chorus birds sing.
There is no missing,
The beauty that light shines within.