Pieces of my heart
Wait for me here
Where time has chiseled rock
Like a sculptor
Offering masterpieces to the heavens
But they’ve seen it
And I feel like an angel
Poised and perched upon a mesa
Waiting for my wings
Wondering how I ever knew
What the sun was
Until I felt it here
Warming every pore of my skin
My thoughts run deep
Into canyons where they dance
With shadow and light
Reflecting dreams transpired
Before they were ever dreams
I inhale the sweet scent
Of pinon pine and cedar
The stillness moves me
Silence embraces me
Reality chases me
But I will be back because
Pieces of my heart
Wait for me here
For dVerse poetics, “Adventures in Traveling”.
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