Looked into blue surrounded by baby blond
Followed the turned up perfect slope
To the reddest red I’ve ever known
Took some time to stand back and hope
For the things that make a man dream
Then ventured on into private property
The road widened slightly at the shoulders
And winded nicely around the twin peaks
Shadows gave the illusion of roses and lace
That gave way to the bare mountain tops
There were two reasons to remain for a time
The softness in the touch and the smile on the face
In time, the road called me to move on
And in almost no time I had crossed the line
Small white flowered lace moved with little touch
The slightest movement brought with it so much
That in response smaller movements were required
Until it was time to be where we desired
It wasn’t a long trip and we’ll never go back
But it was worth going, even without a need
It wasn’t the arriving we enjoyed, it was the journey
© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.