I have seen your face when the sun is shining…

I have seen your face when the sun is shining…
I have seen your face when the dark clouds come…
I have seen your face when your doors swing wide open…
I have seen your face when your windows turn into walls.

Yes, each face is you…
The warm silvery light…
The cold bluish darkness…
That little smile you may not even know that you have.

That’s the job of a pup to be aware of these things…
To know when to be next to you and soak away your tears…
To know how to act when your world blows away…
To be here for you to squeeze as hard as you need.

To me, you are like a vineyard going through each season…
The planting, the pruning, the hot and the cold…
The new year’s buds blossoming in your heart…
And the song on your lips as the vines turn to gold.

Okay now that you know that I know you…
Let’s just sit here together on the banks of the river…
Listen to the still quiet voices of the flowers all around…
And watch the troubles of this world float away.

I love you,

Annie