Along the winding ribbon we chase

Sunlight and storm-clouds colliding;

Fingers intertwine, wind-swept hair dances,

Smiles and sideway glances linger

Until we reach the crescendo of mountains’ rising.

Here we pause, hearts yearning into the wide-open

Horizon,

Dreams arching high as the rock-face distance plunging –

Here we hold our breath, aching to find the answers

To hidden questions dark as the wooded reprieves below…

Will we ever know?

The clouds lower and tensions rise

In the seen and unseen and everything in between.

There is dissonance in the meeting of darkness and light,

In the marrying of rearview mirror and distant mirage –

The future so close, we almost grasp it,

The measure of which is miles and miles and miles away.

It’s only from here to there, they say –

It’s just a twinkle of the eye,

Or as the crow flies,

In the sweet by and by –

Oh, sigh!

Longing and a shudder and grief invade –

Winds whip cold; grey and green and violet churn,

But you take my hand, and my sorrows fade –

We are the future, the here and now;

What dreams may come, what loss is felt,

Cliffs and coves and peaks and falls,

We travel on,

Home.