Open Space
essential
to the soul
of man
of woman
of child
is roam
a place to roam
wild and free
and travel we
to the edge of time
we do
for none of us
is without this want
this need
this desire
to leave
all we know
for an unknown place
a silent glade
an untouched blade
this sense of searching
an internal longing
a restless breath
a solitary sigh
is there
ever in the eye
where all things lie
sitting in the Sahara
listening to the sea
meditating on a mountain
swimming in aquamarine
sleeping in an igloo
dancing in a teepee
walking in wildflowers
standing in snow
tasting the rain
feeling the gust
watching the wind
rush and rush
running where
there are no roads
or dead end signs
or gates to climb
or walls to rope
or doors to push
or windows to close
where there is
no beginning
no end
only the middle
of the page
where no pen
has been
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