There is a place that I return to,
when all is quiet,
and I am still
Sometimes it is a long journey,
other times its an instant away
It has become my place,
my secret place
I climb to its many peaks,
each step resting on its steady silence
I breathe it in,
it fills me and I am whole again
Surveying the lands,
I plan my next climb
I begin my return,
a lighter travel,
its always shorter on the way back
Guided by your hidden smile,
which I see from afar
A beacon only I know,
as I fall into the steadiness of your arms
Another day,
another day together
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