Reading between the Horizon

Here or there,wherever I lay, I know you are right by my side. The old worn fence holds on to old dirt as the wind relinquishes its currents upon the land. My soul quenches for more. Reaches out to grab onto the anchor, always seen in a distance. Enraptured in the distractions, I climb towards the top of the red cliff. Gentle mists stroking every part of my skin, goosebumps coming from the inside out, I know you are near. Keep yearning, longing, waiting for the consummation of my aching veins. Flow through me as a stream that seeks His source. The light transcending through the prism, it accentuates the hidden vibrant sky. The insvisble realm sprouts from the fruitful garden. Hope draws in, darkness diminishes. A rain of white roses drench the atmoshere with a pure scent, blood drips onto the garden as nourishment to a child. His powerful might swiftly hovers into the present, over the mountains of past and future. What shall the next step be? Tip toe across the jagged bridge, ropes joint by miniscule threads. Shiver vibrations through the melting icicles, falling to prosper the dry soil. Sew, weep, sew, laugh, sew, motivation. Twirling into the star-lit Kingdom, Spin to the Rainforest trees, Glide through the peaks of the Rockys. Safely return Home to Me.