standing
at a precipice
we felt
the earth move
and there
among the clouds
we dreamed
things that mortals
seldom dare
unearthly visions
sank beneath the haze
sand slipping
into an ocean
of memories
lost in time
light filtering
to a seabed
waves (of emotion)
still flowing
even as the storm
has passed
and sails billow
again (reaching)
before a fair wind
grandfathersky 
…..and the wind always remembers……
… as breath carried between
…and the wind carries the stories along… (at least I think it does…)
This is so beautiful…
…keeps those dreams forever in motion over oceans of memories
What a beautiful poem, Peter!
Thank you Betty, I was writing this in segments and them put it together at last. (I took this picture some years ago as I watched the sunrise at the Grand Canyon)
The photo is beautiful too. Which side was it taken from? I remember visiting both sides as a child and we thought the south side had the best view. Both impressive though!
This is the South rim… Haven’t seen the North. Its all beyond imagining though!
You’re right, it’s beyond imagining even after being there. Would love to go back someday and view it from my grown-up perspective.
Worth the trip. Try to stay at the lodge, although it’s close enough to Sedona for a day trip.
Thanks for the tip!
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What a beautiful poem and photograph Pete. I read the words yesterday ‘we are the sky, everything else is weather moving across us’…hugs for you ❤
Glad the words flowed through you ! Always … Peter
They struck a chord in my heart Pete, as they always do. ❤