For My Husband, Who Calls Me His Lioness....

The Lioness and the Gryphon

With eyes closed, she opened her heart and followed blindly
A path already drawn that so many others before her had taken.
Or so she had believed; until the veil lifted like a dying mist,
Chased away by haunted dreams.

With death, come bitter truths to hard realities.
Bravery sometimes means letting the frigid wind blast one full in the face,
Forcing eyes to open to what was before one all along. And looking back
To understand what lay behind was the edge of Juliet's dagger.
Love died that day.
Innocence mourned to the tune of unrealized dreams.

Her first breath was not on her own;
Alone for so long, she did not see this until the fog of betrayal dissolved.
The flutter of two birds’ hearts never left her, a golden and a brown.
The birds lifted the chains of unfair burden and
She was able to lift her chin and look at the glorious sunrise.
Sadness, regret, ran away to hide in the shadows cast by the glaring sun.
As the air cleared, she need only trust the direction her feet were pointed to find the treasure.

The treasure was guarded with the lifeblood of the legendary gryphon.
Like the lioness who fights to the death for her young, she too protected a valuable legacy.
His presence was a ward from the night horrors of the past.
Enveloped in the wings of his protection,
The gryphon did not misuse the command of her heart
And now guards her with his lifeblood, as his most cherished treasure.

The seed of the woman, which lay deep inside the smile of the girl,
Found the warmth and magic of a gentle and passionate love.
And at night, when the sun is asleep, and the ghosts of the past threaten,
The Gryphon, whose lifeblood now flows with pure love, beats his wings,
To the rhythm of his Lioness’s heartbeats,
And the wraiths are whisked away on the cool night breeze.


December 2008 MGR