Remembered Love

Ashes waft over the meadow a jet stream of sorrow, beckoning the widow to the edge, down to the river. Contented epoch, at the creek where the wolves run, he lived and laughed. We watched the bright blue stars foxtrot across the milky way, a midnight indigo quilt shivering with light. Mountain men whose toughened hands cradle their violin and mouth harp. Music soared amidst craggy chiseled countenance. We listened to the chaste screech of a hawk, the forlorn cry of a mountain cat, soft snuffling of a bear, watery splash of a fish. You and I waltzed in the meadow; no music needed other than the love song that pulsed in our hearts. Can I have this dance for the rest of my life? Together it seemed so… right, wrong, simple, eternal, joyful, lonely, sad… ...happily ever after? No. Time enough for us to love, laugh, share, be silly, fight, forgive, and cry? To seethe and despair? Yes. Trisha Sugarek from Butterflies and Bullets