June 18, 2015 § Leave a comment
What if your eyes turned the color of that azure blue from staring too long at the sky.
What if you looked long enough between those two blades of grass to see the feet of your beloved coming back to you from the other side.
What if you knew, without a doubt, that this death was a birth, and this birth was a death.
The fruit on the apple trees swell with moisture and sweetness. The baby juncos have long left the nest. This place that I sit has memories of over a hundred feet shuffling across the ground…
Each pair carrying a hope, a dream, a prayer… a fear, disdain, and crippling hopelessness.
Under those stars, I held my hand up with tobacco and sweet grass. Under those stars, I held them wrapped in a blanket. Every cell in my body conjoined with the prayer and hope for their well-being.
What if I got to see you, whole again, walking away from that circle. My heart would dance at your feet like a small puppy.
I may not know much, but I do know this – I look into your eyes and I see fire, and water, and songs, and a tree.
And when your heart has been freed, a little piece of me will travel with you.
Travel well, my friend. I may not see you again, but I will always hold you in the highest of hopes. Thank you for letting me.