mountainous tops peaking
cresting above carpets of scarlet
drinking in the sun
where winds channel your dream
beyond babbling brooks
that hitched a ride between the clouds
where taunts of
el capitan
el capitan,
he’s waiting for you
drift upon an eagle’s wing
….i sit,
among the junipers, those old souls
pretending for a while you are there
til i cry
til i remember why
it is here
here is where your ashes are meant to fly
….i climb
among the junipers, they know your soul
already calling to you
already letting go
i whisper back
promise you won’t let me fall
Beautiful.
thank you for reading and finding it so 💙
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