Where the Clouds Reach the Ground

There exists a place
 Forgotten by time
 Its echo inexorably grows
 In the presence of the silent giants
 A clandestine entanglement
 Of two worlds
 Disparate
 Yet equal
 There exists a place
 That is covered in snow
 Eternally yet finite
 Impossible for the eyes to see
 Numbing all senses
 The periphery inclines
 To prevail
 Over thoughts and words
 Where the clouds reach the ground
 There is nothing but silence
 Where the vastness is profound
 Night and day bear eternity
 Where the mind reaches the heart
 The soul is left in memories
 Quiet and shallow lies the mound
 Where the clouds reach the ground
 No one passes the edges
 No one treads
 Across the threshold
 Of this silent place
 Foreseeing the end
 On eternal ground
 Entangled in a state
 Familiar yet unknown
 The snow-covered land
 That harbours the mound
 It leaves no choice
 Than to walk this path alone
 No one passes the threshold
 Of this silent place
 There is no more choice
 Than to walk this path alone