The Parting That Is Not Loss - the Soul’s Journey IV

 

(Part IV of )

And then it came — that quiet hour
When winds withdrew from grove and flower,
When time itself forgot to move,
And silence settled like a truth.

They sat beneath the ageless sky,
No tear in eye, no final sigh.
Just breath and presence, still and wide —
As if the world had stepped aside.

The stars, though near, did not intrude;
The moon, in awe, withheld her mood.
Even the river paused its song
To witness love grow pure and strong.

She turned to him with eyes like flame,
Not bound by self, not bound by name.
“I feel a calling,” soft she said,
“A path I walk where none have led.”

He smiled, though heart began to ache —
He knew the vow they both must make.
Not to hold, nor cage, nor cling,
But let love fly on hidden wing.

“For you,” he said, “must go where light
Is born from silence, not from sight.
And I must stay to learn the ground
Where heaven’s roots in dust are found.”

No promise passed, no tether tied,
No script of fate was now their guide.
Only this knowing, fierce and fair —
That love is most when most laid bare.

She rose like dawn from fields of sleep,
He stayed like oak where shadows keep.
And in their parting, strange and vast,
They touched more deeply than the past.

For they had learned what few may find —
That souls are not by nearness kind.
But by the space that they allow,
By trust, not tether; breath, not vow.

And so she left — yet never gone,
A song within him ever drawn.
And he remained — yet ever flew,
A fire within her spirit too.