I Write The Wilderness
The Minnesota lake glimmers all around me
It engulfs me with its passion
The love I return wells inside my soul
An overwhelming, helpless emotion
This, I must write
A gangly wolf lazily chases me down the road
It's far behind but I still bolt
I huff and puff wait for a ride
The wolf is out of sight
This, I must write
My kayak glides atop the crystal bay
Reeds rustle and dragonflies play
Waterbugs jig around my paddle
The universe and I feel as one
This, I must write
Picking blueberries on a lone island
So aware of the possible bear
My barefeet let my soul touch the earth
I feel at peace, and nothing could hurt
This, I must write
When the world around me feels like my own soul
And the birds soar up where I dream to go
And I can't tell the earth from myself
The experience is too trandscendent to encompass
Tell me it's God, and I would believe you
Tell me it's love, and I would agree
Tell me it's indescribable, though, and I would beg to differ because
This is what I write
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