Gone is her way
Lonely
Is she who remains
Mourning
Each day
The night sky has no answers for the young one who longs. She grieves a love so deep, the ocean cannot heal her; her core is torn…
The master’s touch is gone
Her gentleness carved my body
I ache for her comfort
Now but a memory
She brought peace into my heart
She understood its place
She held me in her soul
It did not crack
I was safe
The master was wise with example
Even through my fears
She kept by my side
Days turned into years
It is how she loved me that I miss most
It is what others do not understand
The measure of our bond
Was a cord
Entwined
With mystical strands
The cord was broad and eternal
Far into the depth it went
We’d collapse in this place of devotion
Our entire Being
Spent
When the master’s eyes no longer shut
Her soft hands released mine
I absorbed her tears with my lips
Broke free
Marked the time
The depth had opened up
Taken my master and her love
The cord that kept us together
Secured us from above
I threw myself into the depth
Following my master’s twine
But the cord from above was unyielding
Ripping me in time
I am only half a Being now
My master
She is Whole
Her breath sustains
In the depth
Where she is the keeper
Of my soul
I remain,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
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