Navajo Flute

Hand made on a reservation in Texas,
Ordered for me, with love, as a holiday gift,
With her animal, the wolf, carved and strapped upon it,
My Navajo flute, dream catching sounds, and shapes that shift;
Has she forgotten the natural magic that flows between us,
The spirit bond that heals her body from afar,
That holds her palpably in her kitchen from a distance,
That sends me messages from her phone, when she’s so far;
Away from it, on her desk, her hands not touching,
Not just once, or even twice, but many times,
And my energy to boost her dragging workouts,
From the phone calls, psychic streams, or rhythmic rhymes;
She’s my soulmate, we’ve got proof, now and forever,
Past lives confirmed, old love relearned, to seize the day,
Our heart beat song, the nights so long, in thought together,
Our love will live, past hurts forgive, and find a way,
Our love will live, past hurts forgive, and find a way.