MarathonMike
Diamond Member
This came to me on my run this morning:
There will be a day, a brilliant Spring day lost in the high desert.
This desert I have called home these many years.
There will be a day when my heart shudders and beats it's last.
There will be a day when I lie down in that high desert to stare up at the electric blue sky.
A Cooper's hawk flies overhead and circles back.
With my last strength, I raise my hand and waive.
He rocks his wings and flies away.
I turn to look at the tawny mountains standing silent on the horizon these many years.
They say "Life well lived, old friend. Rest now".
And I will stare back up into that electric blue sky, turning brilliant white.
And I will be free.
There will be a day, a brilliant Spring day lost in the high desert.
This desert I have called home these many years.
There will be a day when my heart shudders and beats it's last.
There will be a day when I lie down in that high desert to stare up at the electric blue sky.
A Cooper's hawk flies overhead and circles back.
With my last strength, I raise my hand and waive.
He rocks his wings and flies away.
I turn to look at the tawny mountains standing silent on the horizon these many years.
They say "Life well lived, old friend. Rest now".
And I will stare back up into that electric blue sky, turning brilliant white.
And I will be free.