To the both of you

[wanderlustlover]

Perhaps you will find it strange, I know I do, that when I have the whimsy to finally look in your direction, the maybe three times a year it happens, I find myself shocked at you. I seek to find that you have discovered beauty and joy and the touch of love laced laughter, to delight in the dream that the dance of old might renew, but I find you consistently still young and angry and boastingly hurtful. You are the stuff of legends and memories, I hate to see you still sunk, with fingers dancing barely free of the mire.

Until the time when you are more healthy, for yourself and for my life, I leave you in the hands of the Goddess.

I wish you light and humility, happiness and lessons, generosity and wisdom.

I love you and miss you still.