The moon dance
the river lance
my soul dives
the turning moon cries
The sun sighs
tomorrow hides
But now
there is no foul
This second descends
the moment defends
No time can taint
This day I paint
---a picture
of my adventure
an instant
not distant
The mountain high
the bird cry
The thunder cloud
the booming sound pounds loud
My ears
my fears
all emotion
such commotion
Windswept
a moment kept
sunburned
time turns
Yes the moment
a torment
a mighty ship
a journey leapt
It all makes sense
I'm not dense
Everything rings
And truth sings
Give and take
This life you make
Good and bad
Take and be glad
Glaciers of Washington State
6 years ago
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