I believed in you, with you, and through you.
Fearless but free
Knowing all
Knowing nothing & all
I knew them true & tall
Not in the way I thought
Maybe not the way you do
Above the fold
But below the fall
Songs whispered
Stories untold
Time left sightless and lonely
Days sold for nights
Bereft of cold and unfeeling
I know mountains
I’ve sought peaks
It’s not the glory
It’s not the triumph I seek
It’s the journey
The adventure worth telling,
The life worth remembering.
Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 