is this and if we blink it is gone
Joy being that brief moment in the Sun
that can blink out with the passing clouds
I watch her as she broadcasts those moments
she alone except for the dream she rides
and knows it is all
she needs
you can hear it in her voice
still a small girl but in an adult's body
and as desperate to keep hold of this
before the clouds come to shroud it
you can see it in her eyes
a vision of what she sees
the intense sense of purpose
I hear it in her voice
as she takes us along with her
on that ride
A Lone Ranger seeking paths
she's not treaded on before
and may never tread on again
this ride
this journey
all there is
all there ever will be
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