Wistful beautiful promising land
where once a free spirit took a chance
and set out to fly again
over those foreign hills so grand
that had charmed her from afar

A whisper that led her to this shelter:
a secret lake – almost awake –
enchanted stillness, resting in beauty
an invitation to turn what’s just been shown
into something precious, deeply known
to call forth a new found home
or remember what’s never been fully
forgotten

Here somewhere in these waters…
written on the lily pads…
or wrapped around the pine trees – right? –
that kissed the moon a sweet goodnight…
or maybe it was concealed and tied
in the bold-flung wings of an eagle’s flight?

It’s been you, soul friend,
who reached out your gentle hand
and helped plant a seed into destiny’s soil
rooting her with tenderness

And when you both let those horses race
flew through hidden forests
and laughed at the wild sun’s face
it stirred something, it struck a chord
for the first time she could uncoil
breathe in life – a joy rising – a trust
restored

When this girl cast her rod
and outfished her old companion
he smiled and teased “beginner’s luck”
but she knew he had no clue:

‘Cause she must have been born under a
lucky star,
a loving force that led her through
How else could one account for such
blessings?

A journey as wild as her favorite land
Shared meals and stories under starlit
skies,
musings full of laughter and open replies
to the soothing sound of crackling fire,
two deep minds, one curious encounter.

A few sacred days of summer’s gleam
A real glimpse into a long-held dream
A precious memory not vanished yet
A kindred spirit she’d never forget

… And a lake lies still and knows the moon
It remembers both past and future
A seed was planted, and stars still burn

This was the beginning of a new return.