My eyes grew wider, my breath more shallow,
silenced, at that first sight
of your rugged beauty, harsh, but hallowed.
Pure Power, fierce Force, sheer Might.
Two decades, and more, after first we met
that awe, that reverence, grows stronger yet.
A sacred place of sinister songs and primordial screams,
that alert, cast their spell, and mesmerize.
Juxtaposed, or so it seems
against deafening silence and liquid golden eyes.
So many quiet heartbeats spent in pensive wonderment,
so many nights under your diamond studded Firmament.
Tis said "It's about the journey, not the end"
the path's experiences, not the final destination.
A distinction not necessary to rend
The voyage offers Wisdom, its achievement, elation.
Each trip's trajectory is unknown and unique,
quietly unveiling insights into answers I seek.
Unexplainable, my compulsion to be wrapped in your arms,
whose wild swings of schizophrenia are undeniable.
Suddenly, the punishing Sun that over warms
turns coldhearted, frozen, and unreliable.
Testing the strongest to survive
and keep Nature's amoral selection alive.
