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Across your borders

My soul knows

No curfew

I trespass

Disregarding signs

Along barbed fences

Of endless fields

And yes,

I adore the cerulean skies

I worship the mountain spirits

I seek divinity in ocean tidal water

It was somewhere in the pines

We both heard a movement

Felt the unearthly breeze

We were stirred by the spirit

Imbibing the fragrant scent

Of ancient pine cones and needle

In a circular clearing

Silver rays of light

Showered us like comets

Reflecting lifetimes

From the unguarded eyes

That bless us

In nature's most

Beautiful hue