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
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.”