Mild rays on Earth’s surface,
a bigger land.
My fears unleashed. My responsibility.
It’s so hard to break one’s heart.
Heat on the prairies,
snow in Alberta,
humid dew on the west coast.
The Tower calls.
I can keep on ignoring this,
but I’ll fall forever,
I haven’t listened to my heart when the time came,
and now I must find even more courage to head back to my path in the woods.
I want to be soft and resolved to build something different.
An easy escape in an easy relief won’t change anything.
I want to let go all the rest is bygone,
as I fly on Yukon’s glaciers.
I see your dress and a different future,
a different way.
Twice the pain.