Orange glows behind summit’s silhouette
Brisk cold air crawling up my skin
The smell of coffee as I bring the cup to my lips
A quiet stillness only found outside city walls
I lift my pack and feel the weight on my shoulders
It hurts and feels good at the same time
Exhilaration of a trek’s beginning
Anticipation of summit view’s that take my breath away
Looking up
Exhaling
My first step
Here we go
In the depths inside of me
It sits there
Making itself comfortable
Making me uncomfortable
Pinching and churning
Each movement reminding me of its existence
Or worse, my helplessness
It wont let go
It’s tight grip holding
Clenched hands shaking
It’s difficult to breathe
My heart races
My stomach aches
Thoughts race at the speed of light
Ricocheting off the walls inside my head
Unable to control what’s inside of me
A silent destruction
Inside, pain and chaos
Outside, an expressionless face
Trapped
Locked without a key
Either it stays with me forever
Or I find the strength to release it
I need to find the courage
To allow myself to forgive
Gas tanks that fall below E
A dying ember’s faint glow
Holding my breath underwater, two minutes and counting
Falling grains of an empty hourglass
Ten miles away, a meeting started minutes ago
Locked doors, closed signs hanging in the window
Running through terminals, airplanes leaving
Standing on a platform, watching your train pull out of the station
I reach out to grab it
To hold and contain it
It eludes me
Running in the distance
Causing me to chase
A marathon’s race impossible to win
Mornings when I rise
The world is a different place
Mine is overflowing
With words never been said
Light switches that do not work
Chasing cats inside long shadows
Can’t change what has already been done
Only bury them in lost ruins
Tangled thoughts colliding at the speed of nowhere
Bartering for my peace of mind
Empty hands inside empty pockets
Nothing to offer in return
Mornings when I rise
The world is a different place
Mine is overflowing
With words never been said
Light switches that do not work
Chasing cats inside long shadows
Can’t change what has already been done
Only bury them in lost ruins
Tangled thoughts colliding at the speed of nowhere
Bartering for my peace of mind
Empty hands inside empty pockets
Nothing to offer in return
A stone statue stands among the trees
Green moss slowly finding its way
Long gazes uninterrupted
Dawn to dusk
Waiting patiently for your return
A flute player danced
A desert dance to red silhouettes
Moonlight celebrations
Raining ancient melodies
That touch my ears for the very first time
Orchestral echoes linger in the air, dripping
My cup held out with both hands
Collecting drops of silvery sweetness one by one
So that I may drink and quench my thirst
And feel the life of my youth once again
Red silhouettes stand overhead
Even in the darkness, I can see their eyes
Our gazes embrace
Bringing a feeling of safety, never felt before
A silent strength transferred by its touch
As the melodies softly fade
I am released
The dance concludes
The flute player plays his final note
Forever touched by the flute player of Sedona
Silent rivers
Running their course
We always imagined they would flow forever
We never looked far enough ahead
To know that eventually they would run dry
As we watch the water slowly trickle out
We look back and wonder if the rain will fall again
We need to replenish our souls
To give us hope for more tomorrows
We stand and wait
And soon we understand the coming truth
That the riverbed will remain dry
Only our tear drops are left to fall
As tears flow
They slowly run down the dry riverbed
Just to feel the drops one more time
Makes it easier to close my eyes this final time
Looking through the lens
Adjusting
Focusing
Searching for the perfect scene
Waiting for the precise moment and light
Capture to captivate
The moment slowly begins to emerge
A change of heart
My grip loosens
Its full weight hangs around my neck
Instead I pause to let it soak in
Feeling its presence
Inhaling, smelling the simplicity
Tasting the natural beauty
As a choir sings silence in the background
An imprinted experience to last a lifetime
Silently the tree fell
The slow cracked sound
An aching echo
If only, somebody heard the fall
Embracing nature’s fate
Lying still, waiting for nightfall to descend
The sun’s hands cradle his head
Strokes his ancient face
Singing a lullaby
Asking for a peaceful slumber
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