I sit on a boulder
Of a canyon wall;
My slight heaviness of breath
Drowned by
The dull roar of cars that
Ebb and flow
Over the soft
Constant whoosh
Of a creek;
The wind on
My left shoulder
Cools my heated body;
Resting while
My beloved runs
Further up her path
Paved below me.

This is love.
Sharing a mutual
Interest to a point,
But not feeling
Obligated or jealous
When paths must split;
Rather the joy in
Pursuing your path
Is enhanced
By allowing her
To pursue her’s,
But knowing
The other, and you,
Will always return.

There is beauty
In the city;
Amongst the din
Of people,
But there is only
Exploration there,
A method of research;
It is out here,
Alone in nature,
Truths like I found above
Are found;
Out here alone
With the time and space
To reflect;
Like an eagle
Or Zarathustra
Perched high above
Over—man.

Cry dear, cry
No one to wash off your tears.
Cry into yourself.

When beauty cried, I laughed.
Flowers and destinies do not lie together.
For years, paths unchosen
have waited.

When I chose flowers
they wilted.
So I choose my destiny,
and cry.

Cry dear, cry
No one to collect your pearls.
Those precious ones fall.

Someday, she'll find her Prince.
Someday he'll take her to his castle,
on a white elegant mare,
sweeping her away,
to a world better then her own.

Someday, he'll find his Princess.
Someday she'll catch his eye,
smiling like an angel,
making his heart race,
as fast as the speed of light.

Someday they will meet.
Someday they will fall in love.
Someday they will kiss.

That day, the butterflies will flutter.
The birds will whistle with happiness.
That day, the sun will shine as bright as their smiles.
That day, fantasy will become a reality.