Traveler has been traveling alone
for most of the journey.
Times, she sought a companion
to help ease the passage
through difficult terrain.
But none could stay the course.
Each turned off at the nearest byway.
Traveler grew accustomed
to making her way alone.
A wolf companion stayed by her side
for fourteen years,
the truest companionship
she had ever known.
His turning was involuntary;
they both mourned greatly.
Solitude was emptier once he had gone.
But in time, Traveler began to realize
she was never truly alone.
All around her was the ghost
of a big black wolf; he walked invisibly
by her side.
There were trees breathing peace to her,
birds on the wing
who companioned her eyes through the heavens,
reminding her to Keep Looking Up;
the moon bathed her in silver
and spread its canopy of stars
for her alone;
there were wind voices singing secret love-songs
just for her, and wave-tops lapping shores
of forever beaches, where each one knew her name.
Alone is never lonely
as long as you love the wind,
Traveler says now, reflecting.
When you stand in an old growth forest,
when you watch the butterflies flutter by,
when you look into the knowing eye of a small red filly,
you are surrounded
by loving friends.
for Mary's prompt at Poetry Jam: Alone, a topic I must have my Masters in, by now :)