Ssaahhaah,
This language is not one we knew. But the words come easy, and I can now describe you.
You, who opened as a sunrise over soft meadowed hills and brooked valleys.
Ssaahhaah, who carried the wind on her back as she flew, lightfoot, anywhere she pleased.
Our people gave us two names. How I love to whisper your secret name in the dark. Ssaahhaah.
I stroke your hair and kiss your neck and a sensation arises in me I have no words for. So I say Ssaahhaah.
You are the bringer of my joy. You persuade me to differ from the composure that I keep in public company.
The winds over the lands speak your name in my ear when I travel. Ssaahhaah.
Oh to be away now, in order to sustain our lives. I’m emboldened by the vision of re-uniting once more. Ssaahhaah.
I miss you.
Graahhah
The Halfwit Writer 