Into the glowing foothills I follow,
Before the mountains can swallow,
A sun casting rays in desperate fight,
Against the looming dark of night.
Her beams spread low, taking hold,
Of rocks and trees in the gentle cold.
Golden moments, they shine a glow,
Helpless, though, as shadows grow.
Frantically I make my chase,
Pleading, begging, stating my case,
To a force that bears no pleas,
As it rushes from eastern seas.
Into a canyon and night’s trawl,
I’m cast into a certain pall,
As daytime’s digits grab the rim,
Hope and light begin to dim.
I turn and speed to my escape,
Out from beyond the nighttime drape,
And up a new road on mountain face,
I quickly restart my now doomed race.
I reach for the last shining ray,
Hoping, praying, for pardon’s stay.
I fear my scramble is too late,
But refuse to accept my fate.
Rising up on peak ablaze,
On the mountain’s western gaze,
I’m reminded that it’s just a hill,
As my eyes, a mighty range now fill.
My chase, my hike, my journey here,
A plodding sprint done in fear,
Is far from meeting a sudden end,
A truth my mind muddles to mend.
An ocean of valleys and summits I see,
Calling out on the sweet wind’s plea.
Lakes and rivers and caves to explore,
Ignorance falls, there is so much more.
I take a deep breath, a rest, on foothill peak,
Close my eyes and let it speak.
There are hands in my hands, I should’ve known,
This is not a journey I take alone.
“Let’s go,” the tiny voices excitedly beg,
Pulling on my arm and leg.
“It’s time to move on,” she says clear,
With her hand, she holds me near.
I smile as they have made their case,
And take them all in warm embrace.
But before we can start our new track,
I know I need to take a last look back.
Even now with the sun nearly set,
It was not complete darkness I met,
Instead, over the plains to the East,
Rose the night’s grand royal priest.
Low on the horizon, he loomed large,
Floating silent as giant plains barge,
Less of a heavenly body of light,
More a deep hole punched into the night.
Comforted even in twilight’s glaze,
I turn forward my hopeful gaze,
Knowing I need not be afraid,
We walk on faithfully with love’s blade.
With my eyes set upon a distant peak,
Without fear to make me weak,
We leave hope and laughter in our wake,
Savoring each of these steps we take.
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