Her world is filled with struggles
the journey before her, difficult 
and tedious, and she faces it alone.

Before her in the swirling mist
she sees the narrow path 
that leads into her future. 

She bears her burden valiantly
and marches, with head held high,
into the sting of the salty spray.

For in her heart her love for him
remains as constant as the moon
that rises silver in the velvet night,

He gives her strength 
he gives her courage, 
helps her trials seem less harsh,

Even though he treads a distant land
for she can feel his presence 
with her every hour of every day.



december 2003
© Janet Reid