|hunter lake trail|
by Beth Hemmila
Separated by distance
It feels like I'm serving a life sentence
in the most beautiful prison imaginable.
Dancing and dreams are my fellow inmates,
Boredom my confinement and
waiting my justice.
But when I'm paroled,
I promise to be the last one out the door.
With the fire raging behind us and
singeing your heels
I'll be there
Stretching out my hand for yours
Waiting to pull you through.