Traveler walks
on the winds of morning,
gentled by the soft mist,
attuned to the music
of the spheres.
Tiny birds alight
on her shoulders,
then lift off, twittering,
to follow her passage,
branch to branch,
through the sleepy forest.
She is Sky-Woman.
Though her feet are planted
on the earth,
her eyes never leave
the sky.
There are footsteps
softly padding along
behind her.
She does not turn
to see who comes.
She knows.
He is invisible,
but she knows those perked ears,
that arching tail,
that long black snout.
Walking on the winds of the morning,
their two spirits touch
through the veil of mist.
Their two hearts
are never
apart.
Oh Sherry !!! Brought wistful tears to my eyes ..a gentle exquisite tribute you’ve managed to capture the essence of love with images as delicate powerful bright and magical as fireflies in a navy night - love this ! Thank you for sharing !!
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful capture of that feeling of love and loss that never goes away, but that we keep forever and that comforts us in moments like this. ~Joy
ReplyDeleteLove is indeed eternal, and I feel that in these glorious lines Sherry! A truly gorgeous poem my friend!
ReplyDeleteOh, Sherry, the gift he gave you and you gave Pup is profound on so many levels. I have goosebumps 😳 🤍
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing as always my friend. Your heart always guides you. I could feel his spirit walking close to you. Carry that special love with you always.
ReplyDeleteExquisite, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThe sky has rain, and wind, several-hundred species of moth and dead leaves. And, when the mountains are high enough, peaks come into view.
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