Sips of you linger on the brim of my skyline, a tasteful frontier, I give my open palms for just one more of your drops.
My gracious jewel up high, I know your love won't wait long, so I'll find my way back to you once more, on the exhale of a perfectly ascending horizon.
The ground I walked upon accepted me without complaint, supported my every hobbled step, granted me courteous passage, and I carry with me in these weathered hands, sands of trails I've crossed, in honor of all these beaten paths, that have lead me to you. -ct lokey
