Our Journey

From a hill top, we traced our journey here through virgin snow we carved, then disappeared. From a cloud top, the sun through heaven rolled until it fell and splashed a yellow-blue. Smooth mounds of white raced away like ripples on a silent summer pond and left no trace of where they started nor end. We sketched our love upon each other's souls, then carved once more a path that's only ours. Across the meadows mysteries were solved, once hidden in a relationship so new; much like snow, the truths beneath would hide. Tall soldier lines of birches on the crest threw long thin shadows across the white - like ribbons of a past now lost and gray and hidden edges left beyond a prayer tempt us with this way we must explore. We started two - in one we disappear...