Run
Echoed to a wooded peak
Over hill and glen
From a distant shining shore
Hear as it descends
Whisper promises to ear
Open, longing more
Speak of sacred love
Sing of ancient lore
Called to mountain pass
From a gentle stream
Even from the distance
The peaks give off their gleam
To the starry sky
My eyes; fixed wide
Hold a promise to heart
Eager steed to ride
Run through land untamed
Leaning trails behind
Lightness in our walk
Captured in my mind
Here begins the trail
Follow but a call
Echoed through the woods
Here I leave it all
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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