“I’ll Tell You” said Tele
You mean the moon to me,
the way you bright the dark.
The unconditional welcoming,
stamping its infinite mark.
You mean the sun to me,
the way you heat my soul.
That shag, that wag,
evaporating life’s toll.
You’ve encouraged me
To…Tell my truth maybe without couth
To…Laugh at missteps
To…Dream the undreamable unthinkable dream
To…Dance and nap and sing
To…Cry without reservation because there is no preservation
To…Listen, pause and then react as life’s fact
To…Jump and smell and fall and yell
Because this is your story you have to tell.
You hold my hand through the crack of day,
You hold my tired body upon the entrance home.
You say everything is going to be okay.
Although you don’t have a hand,
but a paw,
Although you don’t have words,
but a bark,
It seems you know the sacred truths,
laying down life’s law.
Bark, sniff, sleep, eat, love…repeat.
I ponder now, what it all means,
as you lay in doggy dreams so sweetly at my feet.