You were fabled online.
"A spirit too big to kill"
one poet said, and it was true.
Those big wolfy ears,
your eyes that looked into our souls.
Even children told your story.
Even children told your story.
We were two souls, travelling.
We are still two souls, travelling,
just on different planes.
You always went before me on the path,
but you would double back, and wait
for me to find you.
for me to find you.
Wait for me.
I am not far behind you.
He is there, as loyal and full of his own special magic as he always has been. What a day it will be when you meet again.
ReplyDelete"You always went before me on the path,
ReplyDeletebut you would double back, and wait
for me to find you.
Wait for me.
I am not far behind you."
Oh, Sherry, this moved me so.
It is good to have a companion on the trail - they stay with us for sure. And thank you for your kind comment at mine - Jae
ReplyDeletetravelling on different planes...what a way to put it...so much love and so much longing...
ReplyDeleteSuch a touching poem, Sherry! He was indeed a spirit too big to kill. He DOES live on.
ReplyDeleteA soul mate always waits at the end of the road. A beautiful poem, Sherry.
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