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The Reunion

The golden sun rose over the morrow,
casting her shadow upon green grass,

within her eyes the shades of sorrow,

a memory held with tenderness,

the soft breeze caressing her face,
spreading the scent of roses’ sweet,
a basket in her warm embrace,
a letter reciting her loving plead,

on roses’ petals dew as crystals,
marking  his eternal grave ,
her bare feet framed by purple thistles,

she sinks down, by love enslaved,

upon black earth she lays her hand,
lost tears trail her tender cheeks,

into the basket her hand descends,
finding the destination it seeks,

her soft fingers hold her destiny,
her mouth forming a tender smile,
her aching heart will soon be free,
as a loud noise fills the morning sky,

into her depths her last breath slips,
gathering her restless soul,
rushing out from between her lips,
her body rests upon black soil,

her soul departs her earthly body,
lifted by spirit wings she ascends,
to find him who loves her eternally,
him with whom heavenly life she’ll spend,

her arms lifted, her eyes reflecting hope,
emerging from the cotton clouds,
her soul stringing along cloudy ropes,

creating around her protective shrouds,

guiding her to heavenly surroundings,
where he awaits her final arrival,
where through souls submerging,
they will soon end their earthly deprival,

deprival by the bodily birth created,
two parts of a whole separated,
two soul mates who anticipated,
their unity as being designated,

as loving souls finally reach out,
their spirit fingers intertwine,
surrounded by illuminated clouds,
eternally united by the divine,

earthly headstones mark the lovers’ graves,
where red and white roses grow,
a letter held by her tender hands,
feed the entwined roots below…


 © Clautje West edited May 6th 2001