Stolen Moments

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Sunset in Mist – photo by Wild Thing

Beautiful door
Only opened
As they arrived
For those
Stolen moments

No day
Would pass
They would meet
To talk … touch
Whisper of
Love and promise

Then . . .
Darkness came
He disappeared

Every day
She faithfully came
The door
Remained locked
She sat by the door . . . waited

She dreamed
Of the door
Always open
They were always
There . . . together

Each doing
Their own thing
Side by side
In happiness

Brushing past
Each other
With smiles
Sharing the day
Quiet nights
Passion filled

A dream
That will never
Come to be
And so, she waits
By the door

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.15
Writing Rebels

Mare in the Mist

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Winter Mist – photos by Wild Thing

In the mist
Quiet Mare
Patiently waiting
To be guided
In skilled
Acceptance

Receptive
To his gentle
Command
In an open
Almost
Spiritual way

She takes
Her time
Careful
In approach
She does not
Drive but is led

She feels
His wishes
Then
Responds
With grace
And equanimity

Swiftly
They merge
Rider and mare
Following
His lead
She opens
Fully

Like a river
She flows freely
Natural
Responsiveness
Based on
Inner strength
Takes them
Beyond
All ken

Wild Thing ©2016

Lord and Lady

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Divine Sacred – photo by Wild Thing

Within wisps of
Dawn’s grey mist
She moves
The fair haired
Lady of the Mist

Silver light
Healing and comfort
To all she meets
On her path

Patiently she works
Administering
To those who
Need her

Lord of the Mist
Amid tree tops
Clouds and birds
Gathering news

He descends
Giving advice
Settling disputes
Sharing his wisdom

Writing song
And verse
Of mysteries
Hidden in the mist

Summoned
She answers
Gently whispering
Giving of herself

Sun rising
They dissolve
Into each other
Until needed again

Wild Thing ©2016