Destination

TheFeatheredSleep


She walked beneath the moon

As lone dogs with timbered bark

Longed for owners return

This, she understands well

The ache of an empty place

Physical or within the folds

Of a secret origami heart

That desire without perfect description

If it would cry out

O moon, let not

One more hour pass 

Without feeling the tenderness

Of returning love

And the dogs, small, large, mutt and pedigree

Bay to silver sliver in autumn sky

May hap wishes are stones skimmed

Catching light, as shooting star

Or nothing more

Than harth and home

For wherever you are

That is my destination

I may stand beneath the wide sky alone

Yet it is you I see, with you I belong

16 thoughts on “Destination”

  4. Many of us long for a love that is ours–the can be ours and ours alone. When one finds it, has it, I imagine it’s a beautiful thing:

    “Bay to silver sliver in autumn sky

    May hap wishes are stones skimmed

    Catching light, as shooting star

    Or nothing more

    Than harth and home

    For wherever you are

    That is my destination

    I may stand beneath the wide sky alone

    Yet it is you I see, with you I belong”

    A beautiful thing, indeed. Just as the above lines.

  7. You paid a heavy price, physically, financially, and emotionally with what you have been through this last year, but it has turned your words into pure gold!!! 🙂 ❤

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