I walk a path that exists only in my mind
A place of calm and quiet and serenity
Where I have the truest friends
The timeworn spirits always near.
We walk and talk and sing the day away
Visiting those who have gone on
And trusting that the springtime will bring
Renewal to our hearts and souls.
We wade through turquoise waters
We beat back jungle brush
We climb unscalable rock faces
And sit atop the mountain in campfire light
Telling stories, sharing laughter
Listening to the wild sounds of the earth
The crickets, the coyotes, bears and beavers
Creatures of the night keeping the balance
All the while my eyes are closed.
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