My heart longs

To be right there;

Gazing up at frozen

Waterfalls

Brisk air

Penetrating me

Breath turning to fog;

My heat of life

Seeping into crisp cold.

Moss creeping across

Moistened glacial formations

A winter sun gleaming into

The eagle's eye.

To be right there;

Beneath a moon who

Stares longingly, all night

At his own rippling reflection,

Making gentle laps on

The lakeside shale,

While swimming in a cobalt sky

Vibrations echoing in harmony

Through a lonely universe,

Flecks of light alluding

To the frequency, length and depth

Of summer's evening melody

My heart longs

To be right there;

Looking out over

A forever light blue sky

Hundreds of feet high

Vultures circling overhead

Clouds floating easy

Far below me

Evergreens stretching

Up from the ground

Like posts on the

Front lawn of

Vlad Dracula's front yard

Impalement scenery.

My heart longs

To be right there;

Basking in the sunshine

With me, myself, and I

Stretched across a footbridge

Clouds like cotton

Floating past my eyes

Yellow and orange

Autumn leaves

Tiny brook,

Babbling below

Sweet scents of

The lovely earth

Rising in the air.

My heart longs

To be right there.