And she did not worry
when he wandered into the woods
never jealous, or tying ropes around his heart
praying instead for him to fly
for his spirit to sing.
She loved his weapons, she loved
everything about him.
As his foot stepped gently on the rocks
crossing over the stream, he stopped
and listened to the sounds of water,
of the forest alive, hearing –
the sound of his own heart
when he heard her words,
the greatest words a man could hear
he saw the trees but heard
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Smiling with joy, he crossed over
and so it is to this day.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”