that trip you find
as you close your eyes,
the one that needs not a map
nor latest trendy technology,
but simply a heart that adores
the one where the path naturally soars
beyond rocky crags and tree-lines
to the river that flows below
that place where a heart
simply knows its glow
hints of laughter filled clouds
floating between chocolate kisses
to bygone gestures
in a gentleman’s chivalry
to cordial wishes
given in exclusively
that trip you find
as you close your eyes
the one where courage
sinks below the whys
for spaces silent know the way
of two lovers traveled
never cognizant or of ability to betray