Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Queen of the Mountain Range

With the bald eagle
Always near
And the condor
On a gliding flight
Between the crests
Of the mountain range

While finding a path
To the top
Of the highest mountain still
You may find yourself
In a moment
Face to face
With what always
Is felt around

It could take the form
Of a song
In the wind
A whisper in the night
Laughter in the morning
But only
Will you really know
About this unspoken truth
When you are face to face
With the Queen
Of the Mountain Range

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