Let me be a star that shines over you.
Let me be a cloud that floats by you
Let me be a mist that rests on the mountain's peak
Do you feel the soft touch of the mist?
I have leaned my head down over you
As the moon leans on the mountain
I have let fall the folds of my hair to cover your head
I have folded my hair about you
as the scarves of a cloud
Winding the brow of the mountain
O mountain I am the follower you called to come,
I am the wanderer and you stayed my footsteps
I saw you from far away, a blue horizon
You called me from desert spaces to the cool of your shadow
As a seed on the wind I was blown, as a bird on spent wings I have come
Now I rest in your sheltering rock
Photographs 2022 Campbell River, B.C.
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