Today is the 26th anniversary of meeting Steve

Northen Light

I flew away the whirlpool of loss
and spread weak wings against blue winds
homing to a nest
that I dreamt in vivid yellows and green
of my fields of sun.
And you became the northen gale
that carried me away
and the dreams iced over
in the igloo of our love.
You held me high, to puff my feathers
and I changed course
and left you behind
and watched you die
for the flight was always mine alone.
And I gathered your broken stone walls
and shattered branches
and fashioned myself a house
to shelter new love.
And the croaking of the frog
that feasted in your ashes,
remind me that
I had kissed my prince.

Maria Ling