As tall and thin as the tree that tries to hide the two. You stand, hands cupping your eyes. What do you see, my remembered sister? The sheep look at you. The sheep see you. Do they know you are there? What do you see through your eyes? Are their eyes gentle: Do they welcome you? Do they know you are happy, oh so happy to seen them? I ache to see them with you, sweet sister. I want to fly to that waiting space and join you. To cup my hands and gaze at the world for just one more moment with you beside me. I know I cannot. I smell the earth. I lean into the crevice of dirt and bend my head and rest it upon your shoulder and sigh. I shall always smile and know that through your eyes I see contentment and love.
