Finding You

for a bold dreamer When I find you again, it will be in the high country you have wandered so long that clouds recognize you, and bunch together to greet you. They are in awe of your journeys over the hard rugged surface, whereas they glide through open space on winged air-currents, under the dome of Heaven. They consider you Heaven's rare gift. Have I been blind to what clouds know out of their pure instinct? And what of me? I must look deep into and eyes, and fall into the meshes of your soul. I have so much to learn when I find you again...