The beautiful ice blueness of His eyes,
As He stares out over the water.
His heart taking Him
To places only dreamed of.

Faraway mountains,
Long streaches of sand.
The heat of a volcano,
The gentle touch of her hand.

Letting His heart roam free,
Caring not what comes of it.
Taking the chances,
Exploring life.

Giving Himself to His dreams,
Is much easier than giving to her.
No one to tie you down,
Is this the way to live?

But His heart cries out,
In the loneliness of the night.
Reaching for something,
Just out of His sight.

Feeling the presence,
Of the love He must have.
Searching the darkness,
Of the depths of dispare.

Calling her name,
To the winds of the tide,
Watching and waiting,
This will be His last ride.

The mountain still calls Him,
In the still of the night.
But her love is much stronger,
So this must be right.


Copyright
1999
~*SW*~

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