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 my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
“what soul once chained
NOW FREED!”

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