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Heather Hutchinson

"To seek Raven"

Hillsdale, ON, Canada
female, age 71
committed relationship
Speaks: Some French [a bit rusty], english
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Time Without End

A voice through my window calls from the North,
Saying "Lady in slumber won't you come forth,
And ride on on the wings of the wind high and free,
Shall we sail through the night, and see what will be?"

"The garden lies softly in moonlight below,
Shall we walk through the night; and sing soft and low,
Of the days of our future, and days of our past?
And how throughout time this true friendship shall last?"

"Of memories shared; of things yet to pass?
Will you fly with me lady? Walk with me lass?
The night stars grow dim, and soon will come day.
Will you fly with me lady? What do you say?"

So soft as a sigh my spirit flew out,
Soaring so free without fear or doubt,
To sail to the future, revisit the past,
The night of adventure sped by so fast.

And thus through the ages, our thoughts we do send,
Seeking our friends, for time without end.
Through the mists darkly our eyes shyly peek,
Ever and always their faces we seek.

~Heather~  July 08, 2008


Tonight not for me, to sail forth on the moon,
I've asked for and kindly been granted a boon.
To wrestle with power and fury and pain,
Thus in facing such foes, my soul will find gain.

Tonight hoisting sail, I'll set forth on the sea.
In advance of the wind, I will roam wide and free.
Dark sky and black clouds quickly come from the West.
A portent of Storm with whom I can wrest.

Already I feel salt spray stinging my eye,
Thunder rumbles and lightning shoots down from the sky.
I feel the deck shiver, sharp rain cuts my face,
As I speed through the night upon this wild race.

The ship shudders and tosses about like a toy,
Faint heard o'er the wind, the bell on a buoy.
Standing straight at the helm, still, stalwart and brave
I face this rough ride before tide, wind and wave.

The storm roars in fury, the winds shriek and wail,
And suddenly there's a small rent in the sail.
My skin, roughly lashed with the foam from the sea,
Between heaven and earth my soul is set free.

Now between clouds, comes the light of the moon,
Then the twinkle of stars. The storm ends far too soon.
And over the lessening height of the foam,
There's a beacon of light. I am safe. I am home.

Cleansed from life's dross, I can give my mind reign,
To feel joy and laughter, and sorrow and pain.
To laugh, and to love, to receive and to give,
To become one with the world, and, yes to live.

~Heather~ July 12, 2008


Weep not for me when I have passed,
For nothing on this earth can last.
From birth and growth to death and sleep,
There’s reason naught for you to weep.
I’ve lived my life, and glories seen,
And I don’t miss what might have been.

In youth I walked in field of white,
One soft, warm, foggy winter night,
No moon, no star, nor light did see,
No fence, no building and no tree,
Cocooned in grey, could only see,
An inkling of infinity.

The night and I were ever friend,
I wanted it to never end.
Beneath moon’s ghostly silver scene,
I was at peace. I felt serene.
A caw of crow, a hoot of owl,
And from the bush, unearthly howl.

I knew at once, that night was blest,
And I would gladly give up rest,
Myself of sleep, I would deprive,
Throughout my life I’d always strive,
To hear once more the mournful cry,
Of Lynx at night, before I die.

To hear night wind roar through the pine,
To taste the rain as sweet as wine,
Atop the hill a sudden light,
For now it is the end of night.
Toward the light I slowly roam,
Ope wide the door, and now I’m home.

Of morning’s chores begins the round,
And children’s voices now resound.
Cows to feed, breakfast to make,
And so the day begins to wake,
The darkness slowly seems to go,
And from the East comes dawn’s soft glow.

Not just the night, but also day
Gave me much joy along life’s way.
Soft bosom of surounding hill,
Spoke to my soul, "peace", now be still.
And if the unvarnished truth be told,
Much like a mother’s arms enfold.

Sweet smell of spring, of leaf and leek,
I wandered far each year to seek.
For sight of orchids in a fen,
My heart was ever wont to yen.
The find of lowly brown morel,
To none that place I’d ever tell.

I loved the soft, high summer haze,
And rambled out on sun filled days,
To search for berries in the brush,
Each new found patch was such a rush.
Then came the thunder, lightening, rain,
I’d shelter seek; then roam again.

I’d launch my boat out on my lake,
Rod, reel, book, some wine I’d take,
All by myself, I’d slowly sail,
Throw fresh caught fish into the pail.
Dreams from the past my day complete,
A sip of wine, I am replete.

While staying at the lake one night,
Tucked in my bed so warm and tight,
A frightful scream rang through the air,
It seemed to come from everywhere.
An answer came from far away,
The Lynx had come again to stay.

The summers spent on Georgian Bay,
Told tales of Earth in earlier day,
For here young mountains once did stand,
Now worn by time to rocks and sand.
The coloured lines in rock now show,
That once that rock did slowly flow.

Twas once an inland coral sea
Or so that fossil says to me,
A sturgeon pulled far from the shore,
Speaks much about those days of yore.
Indeed, if I may be so bold,
I love it more now that it’s old.

And so these thoughts my troubles ease,
For I shall be a part of these.
No trouble, care, no ache, nor pain,
I may become a drop of rain
Perhaps to fall on field of grain,
And so help ease a hunger pain.

My soul set free, to soar above,
Joined in God’s everlasting love.
The truth became so clear to me,
Our time on Earth so short will be,
That we must do the best we can,
Within allotted time of man.

Cast a pebble of love upon the tide,
And watch the ripple travel wide,
To circumnavigate the Earth;
Return again with peace and mirth.
Unchain my soul and set it free,
To be the best that I can be.

To share a thought, an act of love,
Sets free my soul, to soar above,
To all of you now gathered near,
There’s something you should really hear,
To all of you I want to tell,
I loved you, each, so very well.

Weep not for me when I have passed,
For nothing on this earth can last.
From birth and growth to death and sleep,
There’s reason naught for you to weep.
I’ve lived my life, and glories seen,
And I don’t miss what might have been.

~Heather~  November  2007

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