MY HEART BEATS THERE STILL

When I fell in love with the Smokies: April 2, 2014.

When I fell in love with the Smokies: April 2, 2014.

I went to the mountains once.
My heart beats there still.

The soul stirs where smoky hues
jut into languid skies.
On the breeze of hawk’s wings,
breathlessly she flies.

When adulthood makes us put away
childhood memories and childish things,
the word “Home” shakes and shifts
to embody different meanings.

But unexpectedly, I felt it again
there in the shroud of violet, hilly mist:
the stillness and acceptance
of that word that I have missed.

I went to the mountains once.
My heart beats there still.

Lungs find ample room to expand,
and life moves at a wooden rocker pace.
With a maple walking stick as a guide,
an adventure in the forest calls for chase.

When the sun makes his blazing bed
and invites the moon to preside,
the darkness hums a lullaby
in waves along the mountainside.

A moonshine toast to the stars
twinkling their farewell on high
with a gentle goodnight to you,
my sweet Gemini.

I went to the mountains once.
My heart beats there still.
In a nest of moss and sun,
it waits for me on the hill.

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