Anam Cara(gealic "Soul Friend")
Your home is a sunbeam, a rainbow,
the moon's soft glow
I glimpse you in the sudden burst of light
at the parting of clouds.
I smell your earthy freshness
in the tender breezes of awakening spring.
I hear your voice in the call of geese,
as they lift from the river and form their living arch.
I feel your softness in the brush of a feather,
your sweet warmth as a puppy held close to my cheek.
I find your peace in the murmur of a lonely woodland stream;
sparkling and glistening as it's water softly skips to the sea.
Your memory is the refreshment of cool spring water,
after laboring in summer fields.
I see you waiting inside a garden,
as my pathway turns it's final corner.
I thrill to hear you softly whisper my name again in joy.
No more partings, no more sorrow.
Our souls remember their Song, as we mingle with the ages.
(J.T. Histed)
