Alaskan Streams

As I paddle crystal waters I see
A secret world beneath me
Visions that we were meant to know
And others that remain below
Hidden in microcosmic veracity
Reminding what it means to be

I may never cross this strait amore
On my journey to a farther shore
But the memory of these clear calm streams
Will forever shape a wilderness of dreams

As I paddle crystal waters I see
There are shapes of God I cannot be
But these contours placed beyond our grip
Are the reasons we undertake the trip


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