Across Distances

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There’s freedom somewhere
In an open valley
With no highway sounds
And mighty plateaus ahead
Rising to meet the sky-
A sky blazed with orange
With the setting sun-
A day’s end,
But the journey just begun.
A whisper on the wind
From ages past
Beckons the the spirit
To stay the course and last
Somewhere where the deepest notes
Meet the highest and brightest
And bring the sweet melody
Of life and love
To echo on for an eternity.
And so we march ahead-
Letting life and love guide
Through the unknown
As we cross through
The liminal spaces
Of discovery across distances.