Crossing the Stream


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.”


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