Destination

Candice Louisa Daquin/The Feathered Sleep

TheFeatheredSleep


She walked beneath the moon

As lone dogs with timbered bark

Longed for owners return

This, she understands well

The ache of an empty place

Physical or within the folds

Of a secret origami heart

That desire without perfect description

If it would cry out

O moon, let not

One more hour pass

Without feeling the tenderness

Of returning love

And the dogs, small, large, mutt and pedigree

Bay to silver sliver in autumn sky

May hap wishes are stones skimmed

Catching light, as shooting star

Or nothing more

Than harth and home

For wherever you are

That is my destination

I may stand beneath the wide sky alone

Yet it is you I see, with you I belong

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