No Boundaries Poem by Monica Engeler

Endless blue skies blanketed the heavens
With wide open space coating all around,
Freedom beckoned with every type of sound
No four walls to hinder at half past seven.

Only long and warm days ruled the land,
Unmasking territories at every hidden corner,
Peaks, waterways and valleys waited in order,
Spiritual callings were in reach of every hand.

How I search for seemly places in the world,
For the stupor memories to recall and share,
Sometimes the small spots do not compare,
But journeying home is the best point on earth.

Strange how wisdom matures with no end,
I brave defying challenges at every mound
It puts me face to face with nature’s ground;
This enduring essence has a powerful blend.

Then I question my enduring adventures,
Are climbing mountains a daring resource?
The entities around search missing sources,
How beauty meanders in mysterious ventures.

I must say that rippling rivers never die,
Underwater sea life bubble patterns all about.
Dark shadows line wildlife with out a doubt,
It’s the grandeur and desolate niches that lie.

But when I see a rose’s petal fall off its prow,
I cry that something so beautiful is now lifeless.
It’s like the birds in the air soaring so breathless
And collapsing in the night air to no more flow.

It’s the air and gurgling tides that surround me,
A risk that only expectations can take you to,
The summits and the streams are beautifully true,
But it is good to be home again at peace and free.