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Our Summit

written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

@skyinthegrass

 

What other life,
do we share?

Or lives, or calling-dreams.

Past or future,
I know I knew you,
you knew me.

We are god-thoughts,
deity-dreamed beings
of light.

We are image-timed,
spontaneous tears
along the cheek.

Lyric-fed,
your face leads to hills,
and I at their peak.

Our summit.

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.
Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

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