Alyx Chérifa Taounza-Jeminet

There is a way through which,
By snow or storm, you come up to the heart
Of a sleeping beast.
Hearing it purr and gently roar, yourself a mere pulsation within.

And transmuting through the thick skin,
embrace the animal in steam. This is not the misty road you came from.

You remember the low branched trees, uncanny lights strobing out the corner of the eye. Carried as though accross the Styx, faint images of loving arms waiting for your embrace.
Paws maybe, scared pink, a snout fidgeting amidst creases.
A faultless clock rings the unholy hour.

Please come, and pick up your friend. As a ghostly hand brushes through its coat, remember. Pick it up, pick it up by its heart. All the way up.
Don't fade away.

Night passed with a whiff and a whisker.
Let us love you. All.
No strings just the pull of the sun.