On the tip of a mountaintop

there is a soul

A bit jagged

A bit reckless

A touch restless

A touch lost

I can see storm clouds

rolling in

gracing those peaks

Subltle gray

hues of darkness

that bleed into regret

There is just

enough

light to catch

shimmering glints

and reflective hints

of weightless snowflakes

Kissing the edge

of nothingness

Tapping into

unknown distances

Do feet of the unknown

dare to take

that first glide?

A wooden and

waxed leap

down a trail

yet to be formed

Does the heart

dare to explore dreams

that still linger

upon pristine snowbanks?

A graze of grace

upon the cheek of

God’s country

Can that smile

cut through

the fear

and anticipation

of failure

and victory?

Underneath it all…

the summit,

the boulders,

the powder,

the blunders

is a heart of gold

that cannot be covered

by the darkness

of an avalanche

A thawing-

the coldest spring

binds us

into arms of strength

Even in the deepest drifts

your footprints mark

where you have been

A place in between

the dancing of snow

where your shadow

is cast

and time never melts

We are not the same

Being called by a different name

We start our strides

on different feet

We glance

but our eyes

don’t always meet

We wake up on different

sides of the bed

Under different skies

with opposite

clouds overhead

Interpretations

of varying degrees

Beliefs that collide

and disagree

My dreams are colorful

Yours may be

black and white

Even with our eyes closed

we touch that void

on the other side of sight

There is an indescribable

beauty here

between disagreements

and fear

Surrounded by

this diversity

Open arms

that create unity

The warm touch

of a friend

The cold goodbye

of reaching an end

The shaking hands

of a welcoming greet

The flickering light

at the end of the street

The songbird

on a mornings rise

The engaging glace

in lovers eyes

The smell of the rain

falling upon dry ground

The spinning

of this marble world

Round and round

The snow that falls

So pure, white

and cold

The wisdom and privilege

of growing old

The laughter of children

lost in exploration

The budding of fruits

and their lure

of temptation

The weightlessness

of butterfly wings

The promise wrapped

into soul mates rings

The candles hypnotic

licking flame

The wild creatures

that man cannot tame

The perfect timing

of a favorite song

The journey

that is trying,

complicated,

and long

The moon that brings

light to the

darkest of nights

The taste

The touches

The smells

The sights

We share

in this beauty

this creation

this bliss

A walk together

through time

through space

Until our hearts

and souls

leave this place

Learn from every breath

every fear

every death

Embrace each smile

each trial

each mile

Capture these tears

these moments

these days

these years

It is all just

a temporary trip

Let your cup overflow

savor every drip

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