Pure

To seek the Pure one. To not only want, but to need on a deeper level.

Captivated by the dark brown of her eyes.

For her, to any mountain, I would travel.

Her beauty and grace; her compassion and selflessness.

To seek her out, yet see her as more than a prize.

To climb the steepest hills, to cross the lowest valleys.

To pass over the Heartland, to pass over the Gulf that divides.

To almost go back in time, to re-visit again and again.

It is not a chasing after the wind, I go to where Hope has been Sown

To Connect and lend my Voice to help lift the voice of others.

To come back again, through the hustle and bustle.

To return to the safe castle, away from blood suckers.

Only to long for the return, and perhaps to stay?