Boulder Ridge
The moon is full above the canyon
listen to the call...
The music of the river
echoes between the walls.
A love song for the brave
who boldly choose to walk,
The path of their true destiny
as the drums begin to talk.
The boulder on the ridge
catches and holds the light,
Providing a mystic place
for passion in the night.
Hearts beating to the cadence
of the drums far below,
Sharing souls and secrets
only the moon will know.
Breathe deep the magic moment,
It is here by more than chance,
Come out of the half shadows,
Listen...Live...and Dance.
Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2005
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