Higher Ground

My love take my hand -
We will walk steadily
To the edge of town
And drink the haze of hills,
Sense the clear air of
Better things, smell the
Sharpness of experience
That moving brings.
My love take my hand then
And we will move
On.  Let us not be blunted,
Dulled, our spirits drilled to uniformity
By mundane
Trudging in ugly days.
Let us walk from this place
Breathe, take-in a quiet freedom
And gaze on a new
Skyline.  We will smile from
A changed perspective.
We will live our lives
On higher ground
Than this.  I promise.
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