Run close to the mountains Stay a heartbeat away Cover the low moon with your wings And walk tomorrow’s miles today

Watch the sun race the sky And know you’ll pass her once again When time frees your soul and you find the fabled trail that doesn’t end

Dust ascends on the horizon A deep, rumbling thunder without rain The sound of rampant hearts, a legion Earthly, feral and unconstrained

The search will end as it began A trail of footprints, a bird and a feather When a white horse dies on a sandy road All wild hearts mourn together

Poem by Trisha Reeves