Shining golden, you listened to my wild-whistle and answered in kind.
Unsure, until the small hawk came to point the way, I was ready to bolt.
Yet you stood strong, reaching out to win my heart and soothe away my fears.
Beside the wide river, beneath cliffs of ancient pictographs, we said our vowes, repeated
"till death do us part," and meant every word. With rings of gold we were blessed and bound and reminded of love so deep it would carry us through what was to come.
Now, on this very day, time has ticked full circle, a ring of memories has replaced the warmth of your touch and the beat of your living heart. And ever so slowly my days, weeks and months have begun to slide inevitably toward a tangent sort of peace. An acceptance of what is, a humbling surrender to the Great Plan.
Yes, our rings of gold were real and fit us well, but now my wild-whistle goes unanswered, the hawk has flown to other fields...and you are forever free.
SvG
Unsure, until the small hawk came to point the way, I was ready to bolt.
Yet you stood strong, reaching out to win my heart and soothe away my fears.
Beside the wide river, beneath cliffs of ancient pictographs, we said our vowes, repeated
"till death do us part," and meant every word. With rings of gold we were blessed and bound and reminded of love so deep it would carry us through what was to come.
Now, on this very day, time has ticked full circle, a ring of memories has replaced the warmth of your touch and the beat of your living heart. And ever so slowly my days, weeks and months have begun to slide inevitably toward a tangent sort of peace. An acceptance of what is, a humbling surrender to the Great Plan.
Yes, our rings of gold were real and fit us well, but now my wild-whistle goes unanswered, the hawk has flown to other fields...and you are forever free.
SvG
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