Three’s Company
Blushed hues in evening sky, unties tangled twisted sighs.
Scrambled prayers within my head lead me onward, unsure.
She takes my hand, shows me castle ruins where we once lived,
Now broken, drowned in mist, on some godforsaken Scottish moor.
Look down with us at boulder strewn, rough, primitive shores.
Moonlight shadows wince at the wild, wet, windy forthcoming night.
Sunken ferries, wrecked oil tankers, brutal murder on rocky beach.
All within reach of dimmest imagination, all within blindsight.
Walking with prehuman life, we take you through timeless valleys,
Along the banks of threatening rivers. Makes one feel so overalive!!
Zip your coat, for she takes me up a mountain, see the Moon rise and mountains fall.
So bitterly cold on terrain so old, where dinosaurs lived but couldn’t survive.
She loves me so she takes me, (us), to meet with God, her hand is firm,
Her smile is wide as we reach the summit. Billions of stars, milky and clear,
Half Moon so bright. Landscape sucks one’s breath to distant rampant seas.
Upon our knees we smile to God. Ice cold tears free from fears. We are a mountaineer.
Bless you for coming with us, to record this momentus yet personal event.
I pray you saw the same as we saw. Everything happened as was meant.
The nastier the person, the more they need love, is a lesson I learned.
Teach, but only if asked, don’t preach. Two (3?) wet and windy hugs cement.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 70.73.239.216 on Dec 20, 2007 9:13 AM
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