Reindeer And Spirit Walker . . . one

Weary   Sleep soundly my son.   Our journey will remain long and exhaustion has already called my name.   Where sleeps the one we love this night? Which star is he looking upon?   Too many moons have passed since we have seen  the darkness of his eyes and the bronze of his skin. You weep for the gentleness of your father's touch. I weep for the comfort of his arms holding me within the love we have always shared. Does he see us standing in his dreams? Or . . . . when we finally arrive to his presence will he ask why we have come?   I promise you that somehow I will find a way to make everything alright once again.   Have I done the right thing to leave our village and search for his understanding?   When we finally find him within the vastness of this wilderness, will I be able to make him believe all he thought he witnessed was his own imaginings? When tomorrow's evening brings the wolf's cry perhaps we will rest within the arms of the one we love. The night owl calls and I am so weary. So very weary.   Oh my baby are we following only yesterday's drea . . .? (zzzzz)         Reindeer And Spirit Walker Please join me as the journey continues . . . Feedback Treasured     Original by Lesa Gay aka Aspiring Angel

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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