Hi-Lite by Rosie Griffeth / Momma

It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness,
and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over,
and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking
has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet
once more, we shall speak again together and
you shall sing to me a deeper song.

-Kahlil Gibran from “The Farewell” in “The Prophet”

My sweet Hi-Lite, forever will I long to see your plumed tail cutting through the tall grass at twilight. Your happy face, grinning with a scoundrel’s delight, is sorely missed by me and the rest of your pack. Gentle, golden haired soul, know that I will always love you. Now, and into the
long dark corridors of time.


My precious boy....until we next meet,
29, Oct 2003
Rosie Griffeth