Day 303 – Saturday, March 11, 2017

The Brave

I closed my eyes and he appeared
Slowly, like a tree fading-in through mist
He stands tall, strong,
Dressed in deep red,
With spots of teal

I cannot see his face,
Not yet
His long, dark hair,
Folds of clothing, just shadows
There are markings on an earthen wall behind him,
I cannot see those yet either

I felt his departure,
Somber, solemn,
Animal companions at his side
A wolf or dog maybe?
A horse seemed to be appearing too,
But I will have to wait to meet them

He is leaving,
Without looking back
Maintaining a handsome grace,
Retreating with what’s precious
Walking through sorrow,
To greet what will begin

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo