I knew that taller the hills higher the majesty,
mountains,
leaving for a tidal drop off, we left that vacant sky to vanish.
Somewhere to discover that gold hue dabbles which scrub saintly scalps,
far,
distantly Montana, dark on the waters with spiders web,
cast across oceans bridges.
We met between giants,
unknown,
thus distinct in the specimen pool,
wagging our merry tails,
headstrong and beautiful.