Bouldering into Pearly Skies

A land where…
dreams are built
hands are crushed
illusion spreads.
And searchers continue to wander
over and over and over again.

A place of transition.
A wall of condemnation.
Free love and spiriting you say?
For its only the sun and false magic
that keeps them out to play.


Pearly gates.
Diamond skies.
Why do you stay up so late at night?

Stay awake and dream.
For sleep can kill.
Fall deeper and deeper
down the hole of nil.

An empty sorrow.
A drawn out good-bye.
The day has come
but where have you gone?

by Kristin Bach, during her recent travels to Boulder, Colorado.
Copyright 2012


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