of my seclusion.
to elude these walls,

(which are the only real thing i know.)
 
i escape to the mountains.
to be alone.find some peace.find myself.
but your spirit exists here.  
quiet and comfortable.
within every bluff and boulder,
every intense peak or carpeted valley. 
through the breeze i sense your breath.
taste the coolness of you,
comforting.alive.
each tree of your soul calls out,
beautifully and gracefully.
gently swaying on your words. freely giving. 
i glimpse you in every star. shining
with only the brilliance you can give. 

 i fled to the desert.
where your heart is the setting sun,
blanketing the heavens  with shades of blood and fire.  feminine
eyes in the full moon,  peering upon me.  completing me.
guiding me to tears in the storm.
grey clouds densely nuzzling the
sky. leaving the scorching barren earth beaming,
with the flowers of your wetness.
 

i hear your words in the hum of the road…
taunting me.. all those things i should have said.
haunting me…when i needed you most.

everywhere i go.
everything i see.
is beautiful.

because of you

beauty is all around me..

you are all that is beautiful.

you are all i can see.

so i comeback to the walls