The Mountain God

I wake up to morning mist,
Its breaking dawn.
I wake up to mountains behest,
Its cloudy morn.

Dear God, is this the novelty?

I walk up to winding roads,
Its puddled up.
I walk up to clouded blinds,
Its stonehedged up.

Dear God, is this the sacrosanct path?

I wax up to ascending streches,
Its dewed deep.
I wax up to greeny wedges,
Its flowered steep.

Dear God, is this the portal?

I wait up to rising dazzle,
Its scattered clouds.
I wait up to sedate drizzle,
Its murked sounds.

Dear God, is this the splendour?

I wade up to transmundane pleasure,
Its spread infinite.
I wade up to eternal liesure,
Its transmitting bright.

Dear God, is this the YOU?