(c) E.P. ROBLES

There within that meadow
beneath that weepy 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

:: 04-03-2014 ::