For a moment, icey silver rocks resemble
crude diamonds in the distant gray dusk--
remind me of great mountains, of wind
that howls with a magnificent crisp tone
dragging through ancient narrow valleys
and the rivers there that call them home.
My heart goes out to this paradise
The fact that simplistic beauty
is in the end ignored; a silent
victim of human enterprise,
should create for me a purpose
to justify my footloose behavior.
(I want to see it all, breathe it in)
So, again I think of a road--
a winding path of grace; a religious tool
on my expedition to enlightenment.
Am I willing to be a Man of Faith again?
All will find me out, later on,
as I sleep those divine dreams.
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