My Apache White Eyesby Maria Walton

He ran like a phantom, unseen with pride, humility, power and spirit; understanding the caprice of the unseen.

With each footstep, sharing blessings of a beautiful path, the best land on earth, holding sacred the gifts of wisdom, strength, generosity, love of nature, the ability to endure.

The sunset, the sunrise, whispers of the wind, and blazoned canyon fires, all fueled this peaceful journey into the land of the unknown.

Then one day, he pierced her heart, as if he'd ridden upon her with a lance. In that magical moment, her joyful spirit, once again, began to dance. His tender whispers, healing her brave heart.

He moved from mystery into mystery, in the unfathomable way of the world. She realized that soon, she must let him go. Yet, her love remains true, as warmth cradles his gentle soul.

A Butterfly understands his need to fly free.

There can be no other after him. She remembers him alone, this man from a distant land. She kept him in her heart, like an empty cave, haunted by faint echoes, as he calls her name, his spirit finally at peace, no longer in pain.

With a gentle kiss, in blessings of love, she comforts his soul with a selfish, hopeless wish, he would return to awaken the sadness that’s crushing, suffocating her weakened heart.

Who can say what trace, what secret thoughts shape her spirit in the space he left behind? In her prayers, he speaks to her.

Dreams do come true. The gifts of love and life, everlasting.

She remembers him alone. And in this manner, he rests now in solitude, once again set apart, wondering, dreaming, loving with reverence.

By Maria Walton