but not in any normal way.
You just rose from our bus seat.
“This is my stop”
And across the park lands I saw you go,
with a raised hand to the sky
as your wave Goodbye.
And to this day
I knew you knew
that was your living word.
So what I hear
is simply clear, whispered in my ear
when the astral’s near.
Photo credit: Stuart Porteous
Beautifully expressed as always Bee...thanks for the inclusion!
ReplyDeleteGreat gratitude to you Stuart, for this deeply enticing fresh forest view. Oh, it seems such a wonderful path to follow and the place to be when it is misty. And, or, as well as, such a place I would seek when I am feeling 'misty'.
ReplyDeleteLove and blessings, Bee xo