I wait for her to enter sleep, the door left open to my world. I hear her cries and let wind blow her tears from her dreams into a sudden sun shower. Hope beckons her near me. I’m no longer in her room, her mentor. The light burned too brightly and my time came to follow it up the tunnel to the great unknown. She’s not ready for so much tragedy. Fires swept her away yet she grew back stronger with each spark that exchanged green for black.
This night she came to me as I stood by the white horse fence. I emerged from a barn to see her standing bewildered on the far side of a pond that appeared from nowhere but these things magically transpire like my face, beautiful and young on thus side of the light.
Standing next to her just by thinking it so, she felt my touch and let out the music of pure joy and of the deepest pain at once. Taking her hand I tell her it’s her time to fly and mine had passed away. Then we walked in Dreamtime for hours but minutes later it was done.
I kissed her cheek and told her a secret she won’t recall in words. But she feels it – I can know only that much. It’s all I’m allowed. Of course I left her a piece of silk – the colors of sunsets and sunrises at once. The scarf she lost as a young girl. 16 with nowhere to go but to a home lined with men but not love. She found a way to paint the sky with her heart song, to which I taught her the worlds so long ago.
The scarf blew into her bedroom window, now hanging in the room where she learned to heal those who could not recover but only find comfort in the laying of hands. In laying my hand in hers that night, she was able to wake up and lose her pain so she could continue what began the day she learned the words to the song of her heart.
I whispered,”sing.” And like a phoenix she let me go to be reborn- she fell from the dream like a baby bird from a nest and with the sky colored scarf in her talons she painted the sunrise all on her own.
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All he could see were trees
She walked him through the forest
Now they hear the wind.