there’s a place where there is no sound
where breathing doesn’t exist
and awe is all that courses veins
where nothing unearthly is missed
there’s a place where past collides
with future on prodigious scale
where something larger than ourselves
infiltrates the heart, the holy grail
there’s a place where the soul is still
where oneness with all is felt
and reverence for life and love a’blooms
where once cold has dwelt
oh, Rocky Mountains, high
thank you for gifting my soul
for calling to my dearest friend
who helps to make my heart whole
I’ll miss you both
-photo is mine
Heart Breathings 