Soul tie. …Its good-bye?
Soul tie. …Its good-bye?
Oh no not you too, it’s too soon.
intermediate phase of the moon
I’ve never known you to be early.
Not a morning person, “…Hey you people,”
Sweet Gentle Giant, quiet lunar soul.
I always wondered who you clung to.
But wasn’t mine to know.
Good bye my companion.
Always solid and strong. soothing so many,
In this story, …I may have been the sidekick
Friends
Why must I cut my hair again….
And again.
You and I started this phase together healing
Others and ourselves,
When normal folks have set their life path,
You and I on different roads, changed at the same time, same place, mid stream.
Making the same choice to reach out, to touch
And turned into each other, But, I wore the red shirt. I swear I ware the red shirt.
So Why must I cut my hair again….
And again?
The tie that binds, parallel pathways,
6Sept23
One life bleeding into another without crossing
When you knew, You asked for me. Me! Knowing I will come.
Nothing could stop me
I would wail on the street in front of where you lay
And Tear my garment if that still was the custom
And clean your feet with my tears, dry them with my hair
….Your people might as well let me in.
If they allow. I will be adult hold inside my feral grief.
Hoping it will wait to leak out on the floor,
Saying sorry for your loss because,
I truly am.
To get to touch you one last time. If I be so bold, my brother.
I will talk so you can hear my voice fill the air in the space between.
hold your hand, sing you on into your dreamless dream lands
Because I love you, then, now, always. It’s all the same.
So, I MUST cut my hair again, to travel with your next adventure.
Hoping never be to cut off, wish I will, wish I might, magical thinking wish to connect again
19Sept23
With souls tied, always solid and strong my companion,
slipping away, you soothed so many.
Tonight I stare upward, Waning crescent,
fitting cycle, It’s intermediate phase,
Potent symbol in tradition, wisdom, birth and death
De la Terre à la Lune crying Earth to moon,
who else to call?
Who’s left to remember my hair was red?
that’s Why must I cut my hair again….
By Laura G Hurcomb 13SEPT23
A reminder of how shot this experience is, I miss you my friend
25 Sept 23