Remembering the Bighorn Mountains

 Through canyons and cliffs I make my way
As my mind drifts back to yonder a day
When I meant not the things that to her i did say
These lies made her leave me and go far away

Down river beds travel as encroaches dark night
My camp I make as the dark takes my sight
By the fire for warmth but just as much for the light
Free from the realm of earthly tedious plight

Up great mountains I climb, they seem ever higher
I slip and nearly fall, my straits they are dire
The rocks fall and strike and the wound burns like fire
To see sun once again is my only desire

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
Playing our game of holy hide and seek
I fear you have found my soul far too meek

My feet, my legs, my throat, my hands
Burn as I stumble across desert sands
My skin parched and peeling as I near foreign lands
An refuge in the desert on the horizon line stands

A high soaring hawk glides to and fro
As I sit and I watched 'neath a shade tree below
He soars even higher and vanishes. Where did he go?
I must be on my way before I shall know

I reach my car and load up my gear
But I return free of all fear
Free of the fear that made me come hear
On wards towards home I must quietly steer
Bruised, beaten, broken; yet spiritually clear