[Old Sarge]

I walked this path thru the park,
every day with her,
silently, without a word.
Stillness.

Then she was gone,
a stormcloud passing overhead,
heavy air in her wake.
Listless.

Most days, I stayed home,
but then I would walk in the park,
and not be with her.
Aloneness.

Days go by, and without
her near, the walks meant nothing
and less than that.
Loneliness.

On what was to be my last day,
I walked alone, and saw you standing
beneath the sky at twilight.
Loveliness.

We talked, we walked, and now
we share the park at twilight,
a star to light our new path.
Togetherness.

[Soaring Feather]

Stillness is the beat of my heart
Listless I am without you near
Alone in my twilight
cold in my stars
but I'll never forget
our ride over the Milky Way
or our showers of shooting stars
or the warmth of your body near mine
on that day...
when first ever I saw your face.

bentfeather