Nepal Dreaming
I feel us in Nepal, under a Blue Moon ...
We snuck up to the very top step, while
Monkey's in their sacred place tried to
steal our shoes ...
And that would be my fault, I insisted we
bare our feet, to the stones, the feel, the earth
beneath, as our breath worked hard to stay still ..
while keeping up.
And It is true, I was right, all the thoughts I carried
through all those long lonely days, the wind it carried
it for me, and brought it back to me that day.
Nepal Dreaming, on such a windy Day ...
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