"I have wandered these hills, found a sound in every valley and on each high peak. Among the snow, in the dull ache of summer heat. A hawk cried, eagle soared and somewhere a wolf told me he was there. Tiptoed deer passed me with acknowledgement in soft brown eyes. If I stay still, hear the noises of the deep woods; music in the trees, how their leaves are a chorus to a blue day. I can find the blessings again, so long ago lost by pavements and city walls. For here, in the heart of the country, I find myself young again, in love perhaps for the first time in my life, I can see the beauty at my fingertips and inside your eyes."
i still search for home
following flowers, simple scents
and that voice in the wilderness
it often sounds like yours,
if i remember its assonance
as clearly as the lilac's i saw
and were they mine
as you once were,
small yet strong in their youth,
a tiny bloom, stretching to grow
i dipped toes in clear rivers,
spent time following bends
just to find a mouth, the gentle endings
where the whisper roared
saw lakes born of a woman's touch
sacred lands and birds of mystery and air
i wondered if i'd seen them at all
spending more time in your eyes
than glaring at a turbulent moon
or a selfless sun
we bore love in this hallowed place
with a crown of soft feathers
wanting a chance to soar
above the grim dark soil that held us firm
a reality we knew would never change
i wanted crystals and fine yellow fields
expanses of empty woods, containing you
when the fulfilment of everything i called beautiful
was only when i saw you look at me
and the teardrop fall
Adding your comment:
Thank you my sweet editing neice 
I wondered about doing it as all prose, but then it felt right to add the poem. Now you have me wondering lol, your honesty is always refreshing 
C
