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The Bright Eye of the Hound…



The road at night,

dark and lonely

the mists rising like embers

sending their own mists upwards,

and you and I sitting, and watching

the fire die down, as the heavens lit up

with lights and tales to tell, of the Hunter and

his Hound,

and I wove my stories, as our thoughts

entwined, and spoke about Red Giants, and their passage


the fading Winter skies,

and I pointed out, the bright Eye of the Hound,

but you just murmured, “If only we could be”

and I kept on talking, as the stars bowed out

to the day waking, the earth rotating,

and the fire dying,

I pulled your blanket of thoughts

closer to me, than I ever imagined,

and watched as the brightest Red Giant,

and the Hunter marched on, and the

Light of the Sunrise, peeked over the horizon

with only a memory, and thoughts that we shared

under the eye of the Hound, Sirius

watchful, and remembering

the mists on that highway, that brought me to

thoughts, of you and I

sitting and watching the embers

fade into the heavens,

and you saying something, and I falling

silent, remembering the stars

and you…….



One thought on “The Bright Eye of the Hound…

  1. Sad, wonderful nostalgic memories but they can’t stay together. Your lovely writing makes me want to know more.


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