The Airy Dea



Imagine, as I hold your hand,
A walk through Rocky Mountain land -
A dreamy daytime sultry sun,
While clouds continuously come undone.

The breeze is cool and dry up here;
The rapid rivers crystal clear;
The pungent pine invades our minds
From trees that stand the test of time.

We climb across a stony slope,
As Bluebirds sing their song of hope;
We strive to reach the upper peak;
We thrive on seeing sights unique.

And as our hearts beat hard and fast,
We reach the paramount at last.
Out of breath and bleary-eyed,
We spin around to every side.

Behold this vision forevermore,
This inspiration of folklore.
You hold the breath you just gained back
And search for words you know will lack.

The thickened emerald carpeting
Beauty is astonishing -
Nature’s peak in bold reprise,
You stand agape in awed surprise.

A wispy cloud below our feet,
The curving earth horizons meet,
The sky becomes the deepest blue;
The distant hills a golden hue.

My fingers seek your silken hair,
Slithering upon thin air.
My dreams apparent in your sighs,
Inviting, embracing with glittering eyes.

I softly kiss your sunlit cheek;
Request by whisper not to speak.
I step aside to let you stand
In majestic solitude upon this land.



Don L. Waddell, 1997