At the Foot of Taos Mountain

Taos Mountain

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Your feet  walk the desert floor
but your eyes scan the heavens,
searching for your beloved,
who has been lost,
as if you might catch a glimpse of him,
riding a sunset-crimson cloud,
or peeping his Pan-like face
up over the mountain,
ever the sunshine that lit 
your morning world.

As your heart hangs, suspended,
between this world and the one beyond,
may a soft breeze 
waft down from Taos Mountain,
and wrap you in the comfort
of the love you shared,
his heart, your heart,
and your heart forever his.
May the soft cloak of evening
dull the edges of your pain,
so you may find some beauty
in what remains.

May the red cardinal 
sing sweetly through your dreams,
a message from the other side
to assuage your longing,
and may a wildflower bloom
beside the garden wall,
watered by your tears,
a reminder
that love never dies.

For my friend, Annell, who this week is walking through the one year anniversary of the death of her beloved son, Jim. May he rest in peace, and may she have the strength to bear the unbearable loss, and keep on walking.