Scent, I recognize things this way…

Scent, I recognize things this way…
It is the aura of love lingering on the surface…
Being blown to me by the wind and the sky…
Remaining in my nostrils like a ghost.

It tells me that you are more brave and beautiful than ever…
It helps me revisit thoughts of our adventures together…
It is the best of what you have thought and said…
Always making my tail wag.

Scent, for me, is a whole other dimension…
Prompting me toward exciting new perspectives…
It is truth undiluted…
Always causing me to lift my head to the light.

Sure, some scents make me squirm…
Like the smell of bath water and soap…
I would rather bathe on the earth…
Enjoying a roll in a rotten fish…
Yep, as wise as I am, I will always be a simple little dumbhead.

I never forget a smell…
That’s why I will always find you…
And when you are cold you can always wrap yourself in my glorious golden fur…
Until you rediscover the lion that dwells inside you.

I love you,

Annie