I walk a lonely path,
carefully holding my heart;
my mind floats above,
and I have no feet to feel the sand beneath.
There they are physical,
and over there they are spirit,
and I am in-between.
The dim valley is behind now,
and the bright mountain mist
has filled my eyes with tears.
Long-ago friends wait
only a short distance ahead;
another step, and my heart
will return to its proper place.
But then I would only turn back
to continue the lonely path,
so with a smile, my eyes wait to see
that you have reached my side.