My Brother, The Flyfisherman

Walking down a path, less traveled
As steep as any path, traveled before
Earth and Rock, beneath our feet
One foot in front of the other, Carefully we press on
Oxygen thin, but Beauty is thick
Nature opening up, Magnificence on display
There she laid, our Maiden For The Day
A mirror like complexion, Heaven above and below
The treble of her voice, Echoing across the ripples
Of her perfectly shaped body
Resting, between these beautiful peaks
This was the day, Flawlessness met Grace
The day I witnessed, two separate bodies
Become one, say goodbyes, and again part ways
There he stood, atop a half sunken rock
Standing, Silent, and Still
Intimately gazing his Maiden, His Muse
Zenith 3 weight, his Lovers choice
This Weapon, This Tool, hear his Maiden Rejoice
Guide by day, student on the river by night
Today I saw Tranquility, I saw Love
I saw a man, on his endless journey
To Find Himself, Find Happiness
Finally coming to Peace , on this River