Donna Darkwolf Walking in Fields of Gold

"Fields Of Gold" by Sting
Donna Darkwolf and Her Beautiful WOLF

I just thought this morning so surreal. Middle of No Where. Nine in the morning. My beautiful wife. And her Beautiful Beast. In our own fields of gold.
I am Mute. Amidst the Silence and Solitude.

"See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold"

~ Sting

Donna Darkwolf Walking in Fields of Gold

Returning to Cape Town from Johannesburg. We stopped on the highway to stretch our legs.

By sheer coincidence the CD playing was Sting's "Fields of Gold" - as we were passing this farm, and Donna wanted to get out and walk in the fields.
I was walking behind Donna taking photos of her, as we walked back to The WOLF.

At some point after we had settled back in to our Durbanville house and home, I was able to get all my photos off my camera and onto my computer.
But, none of them was that great.
So I magicked up this image, and I mailed it to Donna - along with this poem that I composed for her.

"I recall, My Lovely, that I felt that looking at your supine sculpture, as if my heart could leap out of my mouth – in some last sacrifice to you.

There in tomorrow’s light

Your hair streams as dark as night

Just passed

And I dreamed then I could live forever

As I have now all these years later

With the memory

Gold in the promise of

Dreams you made come true".

My office was in one of the rooms in our purple cottage, in the back garden.
Moments later I could hear Donna's rushed footsteps on the cobbled path, between the house and the cottage.
She swept into my office and flung her arms around me - hugging and kissing:
"This is why I Love Us! Let's have a picnic brunch in our Rose Garden.
Come on, Soldier! Back to the Kitchen with you!"

And my Shiny Wife would be ordering up her menu. Setting out the blanket and cushions.
And I? - I Commence Breakfast for Two!

Thou Beside me in the Wilderness. Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam

And Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness

As I serve my beautiful wife, she happily excited to be seated out in our corner of her Rose Garden - I recite from the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám:
“Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse -
and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow!”

This plaque is from my parent's house. It was there before I was born.
It is a piece of Lebanese Cedar Wood, about 40 CM wide, with inlaid ivory, gold and some other woods. Maple, Walnut, Fig and Pear.

NEXT >> My Spirit of Spring