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