The question and the answer

i wake to her symphony,
sun fog and stardust soft
mountain morning woods
begin to stir.
sweet morning matter,
earthbound beings
in between blinks of
sleepy mountainside
open your eyes
i am waiting.
we are here. there.
the mountain is rising
beneath the sheets of my
i remember her.
both the question and the answer.
she left me, with.
and again.
pray for rain.
the fog
she never leaves me.
Now, you must go.