An Unbound Sky

They mark the bodies sometimes

A weathered piece of wood or a ribbon

Wildly out of place in the dense undergrowth.

It’s not the snowfall, although sometimes it is the snow-

There are more deaths when the sky is clean and clear and unobscured.

No buffer then, no protection from the absolute cold,

From the unchained, uncaring horizon.

Yet we walk those paths,

Seek those days.

How to explain the pull of

That danger, that power?

How willingly we pay the cost of

Light on our face and hearts,

Of dizzy joy beneath an unbound sky?

IMG_0438Sometimes all that remains is a fierce and persistent joy

Some things can only be felt rather than explained.

For more power, unbound and bound, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.



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