Golden slivers of cosmic hair dance across my eyes.
The ancient whispers of the wind engulf every part of our bodies-- faster and faster.
The comfort of fresh dirt between our toes, pace after quickened pace, guides our spirits closer
to that Mystic yearning.

Eyes closed and steadied speed, the golden dancers become a warm blur.
A sudden and slight dip in my heart makes my interest peak--
Eyes open.
Giant trees tower over head, each topped with a magnificent green-leafed canopy,
allowing both Blue and Gold to leak through in a kaleidoscope of Awe.

Your hand grasps mine; Soft, strong. Never missing a step, faster we run.
Not far ahead, a large clearing-- green with gold, dripping blue on to clouds of white--
the smell of Home deepens within my soul-- your hand tightens, my heart expands-- barely catching my breath, we run...