"We travel, some of us forever, to seek other lives, other souls.."
-Anais Nin
She stood on the edge
of forever. She looked for his hand,
as snow tumbled down. It was a
long step. Winter sang out their destiny. A very wonderful dance into the wild.
Time tumbled by as the thrush sang its plaintive song, low and sweet.
She stood on the steps of what was, and what was to be. Precious moments fluttering like angel wings. She reached, again, for his hand.
Mountains trembled with stars. She looked back. To see where her world had been, before Winter’s snow veiled her eyes.
A new journey. Of what had never been, but was meant to be.
The wind played sweet melodies above
dark branches in the sky.
Winter saw her in this world. Saw her light. And the world saw her.
She reached for his hand, and grasped it at last.
Winter breathed : “Take
a step. We’ll be here. Take a step..”
She did not look back this time.
Snow danced. The light took them
Into the ends of the
world; into the journey,
And Winter whispered: “I will miss you....”
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