WE WALK AS ONE

You are always with me...
neither arriving nor departing...
and today,
among tranquil pines
and filtered sunlight,
we walk as one
on a path through the Austrian woods.

Immersed in a soundscape
clarified by solitude
and crystal silence,
we climbed to the clouds,
high enough
to imagine flight.

We were almost lost,
but always free
like the Alpine peaks
of Austria and Switzerland,
now before us
in all their majesty...

or the German foothills below us,
inundated with varigated tints and hues
that burned like a nostalgic warmth
from a mothers soul.

As we walk on this ritual of passage,
the beauty of life does not escape me,
but...

drifting from attention to reflection,
from enchantment to reality...

all seems trivial in comparison
to the loss of your smile,
the fiery reflection of your eyes,
the sound of your laughter,
and the goodness
of a pure heart.

Truth can not be denied.
The reality is:
the world was just more credible
with you in it.

© JOHN PISCATELLA