Chasing the Wild Sky

As twilight's full and yet beginning to fade, I look back to a cold fire and the bed I had made;
It's too much to carry onward, too big for my pack, so I leave it all behind to follow the trail with no track.

Deep in the morning now I lie, watching quietly nocturnal creatures scurry by;
I stretch my body in the cool air, face the sunrise as though by dare.

I walk the land though my feet feel bogs, climb the hills tripping over logs;
the sparse cold air my nostrils burns, chasing the wild sky no roads no turns.

I drink in full the air nature blends, walls and creeks sprawling unto no ends;
Sun cloudless my steps do slow, at once I am here and have miles to go.

The sun sinks into the grasses sweet, its warm palette repaints all its rays do meet;
Wild lonesome songs on evening's breezes fly, while I muse chasing the wild sky.

Chasing the wild sky.