I know of places that conquer the arts.
Natural displays of expressions of gods
we’ll follow the coast til we run out of sand.
catch the sunset in the palm of my hand.
we’ll climb the Cascades where snowflakes collide.
sketch our trail across the mountainside.
we’ll see the Northern Lights from the hood of my car.
watch as the colors erase every star.
Share my soul and never look back.
Let’s run away...
Days... and days, and days, and days. |