A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXI

 

There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair

what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist

there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
“what soul once chained
— NOW FREE!”

:: 04-03-2014 ::
:: Rev: 09242017::

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