Mountain that I will never see
the beauty I dream.
The rivers and oceans that swirl with life
I think of you in the empty moments of my life.
The many fields of bloom and blossom
I sit in you, on you, communing with you.
The cows and horses roam, their sounds unheard by me
by my choices, by what I have left undone.
The views, breathtaking, that I deny myself
The actions not taken, fear stifled dreams
that were not deferred but dropped
into the abyss of tomorrows.
Why I did not give myself to you,
I do not understand but know,
I do that knowing it has been my loss.
© Exposed Loving 💙,11.30.17