One day he’ll return with shadows
Another tenebrous path travelled
Carrying what he witnessed, as proof.
Upon his stoic face and disheveled hair
He offers, insight to pain that lingers
She’ll guide, with an air of tranquility
And with the touch of her warm hand
So he may return to his appendages
Left in her care, a guard on sacred land
His weakened back holds exhaustion
A celestial stretch moving his limbs,
Proof of his immortal strength, passion
He rests shoulders upon steal pinions.
Feathers quaver, show fine onyx wings
His flesh returns, breathing tempers
Eyes open, now the colors of heaven
While his spirit continues to reenter
No different from journeys past
Of which there are, and will always be
Travel logs full of omnipotent distance
For he protects us all, yes, willingly
The tempo of their embrace will matter
Most of all. Echos of the time they lose
Forgotten. As the hum of his battle cry
Quiets. And their love begins to soothe
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Well beyond the mere corporal existence of he and she is
a spiritual union or at least the wish for spiritual union
and with that the poem takes on a wider dimension…
and that union at the end is the ideal.
Excellent work, Audrey; for me, deeply satisfying.
jf
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Yes, that spiritual union by the end is just as it should be, I think. Thank you, jf. I’m pleased you enjoyed this poem. Your heart is so open. I adore you. xx
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trust me, the feeling is mutual
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You’ve made my day. xx
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Part of me always wonders what it must feel like to have wings, Audrey. I’m not talking about bird-wings, but angel-wings. The BIG ones, like on statues in our churches. You’ve given me lots to think about on a Saturday night with this beauty!
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Wings are fantastic, Debbie. I like to think of them accompanying angels and birds. I enjoyed considering the beauty of wings while writing this one. Glad you liked it.
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Truly inspired. One of your very best, maybe the best
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Thank you for your feedback, Monsieur. I can’t wrap my head around this being my best, as the title escapes me, maybe I was intimidated. Nevertheless, your review brings a smile to my face, so thank you. xx
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Is that the griffin coming back? I think she cares about him. Which is sweet.
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I believe so, Duke. She should care about him, I think.
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But why?
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He’s worth caring about? You answer the question! *waits*
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Nah. She probably wants his wings. I would.
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She wants to care for his wings. She needn’t have them, Duke. Yes, I know you like wings. You need some, I think.
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I could use them. I would fly all about.
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Yes, surveying your land and such.
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And the cattle.
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Cattle? Tell me…
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Well, I live out in the country. If I’d fly about, I’d see some cattle.
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I wanna come along. I know tons about cattle.
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Can’t tell you why, but reading this poem I started to cry.
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Aw. Susan, I’d love to know what you were thinking.
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lightened tenebrous caress!
that’s what is does
to me & my coffee cup 🙂
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Awed. 🙂
Is how
You leave her.
Splendidly
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she’s sweet
to me,
but not too
sweet 🙂
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For he
Requires me
To think
When
Replying,
He knows
She adores
His task ♡
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You certainly didn’t wing it, Aud. Nice.
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Haha…you’re a funny guy, Chum. Thanks!
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A title eacaped me. You’re welcome to give me one, if you’d like. Enjoy your day, friends.
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