Huangshan

In Huangshan, each morning is holy
Pilgrims awaken amidst a mist
The freshly scented dew
Of anticipation

Collective souls in gentle jostle
some have waited years it seems
Seeking this very vision
Must be mystical

Surveying this peaceful place
endless canvas of heavenly lace
we gaze

Welcoming rugged peaks
in first light - mere meek peeks

Strength gathering with hearts
Quickening

Saffron red
Soul radiate
The buzzing of the haj
10,000 silence
to await a mirage

And anoint their dawn with the golden halo