A “poem” Reblog

I WROTE THIS “POEM” IN OUR TIME IN ALASKA

FOR JILL  ( MY BEST FRIEND )

The mountains with their majestic power are a lure, the ultimate invitation toward peace and oblivion.

The cold so pure and tames and invigorating it penetrates the walls the surround my soul.

the ice air tames the heart and the burning pain.

Alaska, in all its beauty and wildness, awakens the instinct that is buried so deep but, as a “manic” I can really appreciate the awaking of my spirit of survival.

It is a natural high with only the occasional lows of emotions, intruding on occasion.

It is a life with a view of death and the magic of a land that could make you forget,

Plain, and mountains, snow, the smell of the wild a mile away.

Give me a magic wand and let me loose in this land.

Let me run barefooted in the spring and summer that I yet have to see.

If Winter is magic, the rest of time must be, Paradise,

Later,

Pat.

 

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