Kindred Spirits

I saw You through the
eyes of a young buck
one autumn afternoon.

A highway between us,
but when blue eyes
met brown ones
I knew who you were.

Pure instinct shifts
to recognition,
with a spark of intelligence and wisdom.

You became human,
but so much more
in the form of a beast.

That moment stretched
for eternity,
before you walked away
into a wheat field.

The spirit that dwells in you
is within me too.