On the night I came home, the Divine Old Dog

struggled to her feet and sniffed every inch of me,

she always wants to get the story.

Late at night, I sad trembling and sighing,

it seemed that God had taken one of his sharp knives

to me and just hollowed me out like a melon.

The world was black and still.

I lay still for so long, afraid to take a breath,

and I saw the moon cut through the

windows, I was praying for the dawn.

I felt something warm and soft on my chest and

I turned to see the Divine Old Dog,

resting her chin on my shoulder,

she was standing up on her shaking legs,

to reach my shoulder, and rest her beautiful head.

Her big and beautiful brown eyes were shining in the light,

two lamps of love.

Hey, old friend,  her eyes sang,

you and I have been on many trails

together, her eyes shown with love,

as if they were my own words

and feelings.

This night, where we live, she sighed,

is no place

to lose your wings and fall.

So love, love, love,

and heal, heal, heal.

And then, she was gone.