there's a fire upon the mountain
there's a river running along side the traveled trail
If you'd put your love in me
off together I know we could sail
down by the sunny willow graveled road
with nothing but a ruck sack to carry
the day journey's loud
into the fountain of pandered wishes
in hopes that our dearest prayers
would board passages to the sweet summer sky
for the mutual adventure of a life time
but not unless we are traveling as one
and off into tomorrow we would pick up pace
and vibrantly run...............
(written March 23, 1993 am)