Let my breath be swept away,
Let my eyes search for days,
A never ending horizon opens up to me
And I cannot stop my feet-
My soul runs over memories,
Mountains ever reaching,
Canyons and valleys,
A lake I long to swim though again,
A hill with boulders I must scramble atop
Sometime when
I catch my breath and
Time holds fast my hand,
Carrying me across the lands:
Painted rocks of never ending
Colors and shapes,
Textures soft to rough,
As every care stops
To stare,
And moments of exhilarating peace
Sweep my very breath away.
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