Drinking pinot grio on the patio
whispering I Love You into the wind and watching the words carried
on tops of leaves over the fence and out of sight
flying forward toward one specific, sacred and blessed destination

In my vision I can see you miles away sitting quietly within your garden kingdom
copper eyes staring out at the horizon watching the breeze glide into precise position
the messenger leaves that settle at your feet singing kisses
and promises of forever that I had whispered faraway into the dawn.

Nikki Lockhart