From Shaman’s Circle, 1996, by Nancy Wood
The life I shared with you was filled with flowers,
but even flowers fade, as do rainbows
and the smiles we used to share. Remember?
Our paths were joined for our chosen time
and together we grew stronger than we
would have grown alone. But now, my love,
I must go beyond this place we shared together,
to a destination still unknown. My heart is
filled with love and sorrow, joy and anticipation.
Our common journey taught us to value one another’s causes,
just as it opened the door to our individual claims. I do not
love you less for deserting our common path, for the memory
of each step is what sustains me as I grope toward higher ground.
Oh, my love, I thank you for never letting go of my hand.