He Wears His Lonesomeless Fiercely

He wears his lonesomeness fiercely - proud of it.
Like the lone pine on the rocky ridge
Or the mountain lion walking his paths,
He seems to revel in his independence.
He stands strong to the winds that buffet him,
Whip his hair, bring tears to his eyes, and chap his skin.
Alone with the stars to guide him
He marks his paths across the globe -
Trails that traverse the South, the East, the North and West.
He carries his world on his back
And his heart in his hands.
His hair grows long, though his mind is sharp,
Taking with him the lessons he's shown along the way.
He returns the favor;
Teaching his art to the ones with open minds and seeking spirits.
He crosses Her path and Her eyes grow wide.
She knows the secret to the mountain lion's travels are that his paths
Always lead home and that the pine stands with his arms outstretched,
Reaching, yearning for his lover - the Moon.
And though her shoes are made of lead,
She tears at them until she's barefoot, free to follow her heart
Which longs to soar with him on his eagle wings,
To leave him lonesome no more.

Ready to Jump

She squeezes her eyes and
pinches her nose.
She takes a deep breath
Ready now to jump.

Pink toes and scraped knees
tucked into her chin she lets
out her wild banshee yell...
Here I Come!
as she free falls into
his waiting arms.

- talk about making a splash, he laughs!