Sitting in silence, pondering the days events and the ones beyond this moment and perhaps the ones from days gone. Providing peace and present rapture swept upon us, establishing our journey, never to turn back. Awakening with a gaze to the uniting Sierra Skyway. Recalling younger years, standing in the winds of the rains, a rainbow has been set before you upon their own wings of the Sierra Skyway. Hold me dear to your heart, I'm not the one, who was lost, just asleep on a bed of rocks, awakening to a golden door that always knocks. Provision from the hand of the Creator, delivered by the messenger of time. With a song in the night and a ringing in my heart, taking flight down along the Sierra Skyway.
Poem Excerpt from "Crossroads of Seasons"