I was attracted to her red, and lived in her brown, but we didn’t stay there

our spirits quickly took over, with the honoring of each other, we soared

into the blue, embracing the white clouds and beyond. We traded

the golden rings and were bonded. Children, and our lives

were always blessed by the sun. I enjoyed cutting the grass,

living in the green, planting seeds.


Grey began creeping in, and there was a decided attack of black,

the darkest of black. She managed to hold her head above

it, surviving in the grey, thinking I was her rock,

but I was only a shaking leaf, it wasn’t me

it was nothing but mercy that pulled

her out. We lived for a long time

fighting in the grey, sometimes

seeing patches of blue,

and feeling the warmth

of the sun.


And now I enjoy the green again,

cutting the grass, seeing her

spirit soar, even though

some may mock

our trauma.


It doesn’t matter anymore, as we stare

into each other’s eyes, remembering

the golden rings, we traded

so long ago.


The journey – of loving each other.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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