We are in agreement
The birds and I
Our sacred covenant
N’er to be broken
They swear
To look for you
At every corner
And shadow
For the price of suet and seed
And when found
They will report to me
Your whereabouts
In complete detail
Whether high or low
They follow my every step
Now, no longer
Do I wait by lit window
Nor anticipate another sunset
Without half of my soul
Be it cliff or chilly waters
Mired exposure
Dangers from vicious beasts
Dangers from within
Or falls within the abyss of doubt
We will find you
And you will find me
In this new place
You bring us to.
There is no such thing as Valentines Day. There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love. It takes us through dark places into the light. It takes our every ounce of strength, and gives us comfort when everything changes. And only works, when we give everything without accounting.
Not easy.