The waiting

Days of sun and silence

Enjoying the ease of peace that comes on far off winds

Purging the fears

The strength buoyant like birds on drifting waves

Lifting

Moving into swirling thoughts

Whole then tossed upon empty shores 

Waiting to be gathered

To be carried home.

In laughter the birds talk in groups

flying carefree on breezes 

hanging in space like ornaments of clouds

invisible strings held by a master of puppet like things,

she turns in circles

arms raised to catch the falling mist

of unexpected soothing rains beginning from nowhere

to give gifts of a rainbow

falling from the heavens like a wish come true.

Her hair falling backwards as she looks higher

seeking that answer that brought her here

and that song stirs in her mind,

why now of all times and then she knows

it is the song of days of laughter and smiles

and a love of summer she had wished would never end

yet she took each word

claiming it as her own

when it was indeed a truth owned by all,

but it brings comfort to know

that he is still here

running invisibly in the woods

searching for peace to deliver it to her

like a bounty at her feet,

all she wanted

that she needed was already there,

had been found not so long ago-

she just needed the reminder

the faith that yes,

these days are filled with blessings

and the dreams will come true in her time

in her style of belief

the feet will walk this land,

and like the song claim the story

for their own

long after she is gone.

I was pondering today…asking for a sign for something on my mind and a song came on that I don’t hear very often but it always reminds me of my beloved boy pup Zip, and I sang along and felt a smile and knew that he will see through that which will be true and I walked to the window, gazing towards the woods where he resides and felt that peace. Yeah, he’s still got it. I like gifts like those.