the lasting impression of a dove left behind on my window, with the reflection of the sky and mountains behind.
Living in the wind
Dancing as leaves in a draft
Floating like the birds on an rising current
Climbing the mountain so effortlessly
Higher we ascend without moving a wing
Until I can no longer see you
But feel you forever with me
Any time I remember
Lives pass as simple as the breeze
A final breath
How have we affected others more than with love
Can we achieve any immortality greater
Than the impression left on another’s heart
Memories remaining
Like the fleeting shadow of the deer in the woods
Or solid like the mighty river
Blackbirds decorating the aspen trees in evening, we are never so alone.