On a windy day did she run
To a home away from the one she’d left behind
With memories of a tinsel town with honey rivers
Of her toddler years’ dreams;
Headstrong thoughts ruling over logic
And an overwhelmed heart winning over prudence,
Did she run away with the northern winds.
She clutched hard at her collared throat,
Out of breath, gasping- yet not daring to take anything in.
She looked furtively from side to side-
Eyes carrying her terror in clarity,
Yet gleaming in brightened hope for the destined end,
Of this perilous escapade she undertook,
No longer to stand the treachery of the shrew back home.
She reached the secluded destined place
And made her way to that comforting nook in the darkness,
Waiting for that familiar baritone- soothing music to her ears.
Her senses, now vulnerable to every crack of a twig,
Hoot of an owl, made her startled with a wolf’s howl.
Alone she waited, with a pained, fearful patience- deserving of all praise,
When the heavens burst forth and drenched her already fevered frame.
After the passing of an eon’s measure of hope, she glanced once more ahead.
There, in the shadows, the footsteps slowly did lead to her,
A devoted, fraternal heart beating in what he thought was a barren breast.
He looked at the crouched figure, which had now given away to fatigue
And slowly raised her fevered body close to his loving chest;
Then whispered a plead to forgive him for coming to fetch her too late-
But in the passing of that one forlorn moment, did he let out a laugh.
For she was staring up at him with eyes the same green as his,
Snuggling closer, she thanked him for saving her at last.
The breast once barren was now full of tender love as he tenderly smiled
Cradling the little creature closer to him he made his way to the right-
A warm, welcoming orb of golden rays now shone on his path.
She knew she was finally going to be home in that one place she’d dreamt ever of
And he straddled with bold paces, the memory of the woman he loved in the gift of
the bundle he now held.
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