Passing Dream

DesertWords

There is a place, just up this trail,
very near the snow-fed stream,
a jagged break in the mountain's face
where I go to catch a dream.

 

They ride the currents of a playful wind
that sweeps down from the rugged peak
and there I wait, alert to the chance,
that I might hear one speak,

 

for I am a child of these ancient stones,
birthed by the canyons and trees,
brother and sister to the mountain lion
related to all I see.



This is my home, the source of my strength,
away from life's hollow schemes,
where I can rest in the mountain's embrace
and catch a passing dream.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2022 07:01
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  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow I love the vision you were going for. The imagery is vivid and real and the wording is beautiful. Kudos! 💖



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