Meadows

Sheer empty plains of grass and flowers,
A small path from a solitary man.
Trampled plants lining the way he went,
A trail to follow for his daughter.
Picnic basket and blanket in his arms,
His child with armfuls of flowers.
A smile graces his face this morning,
As he murmers his happiness out loud.
Just as a laugh passes her lips easily,
He watches her run all around without
A single blade of grass destroyed.

Spreading the picnic rug upon the grass,
He lies down and stares at the sky.
A hand reaches out to touch his face.
Looking out at a woman and angel,
He stills her questing hand with his.
She looks at him, utterly surprised,
And lets him kiss her fingertips softly.
Childish laughter alerts them to their
Daughter's presence and she blushes deep.
An innocent blush that makes his heart
Pound with a love almost forgotten.

Closing his eyes, his scenery changes,
Letting him awaken in a world of white.
Sighing in sadness and loneliness the
Man continues his soulful journey again.
Looking for the two loves of his life;
A daughter of five and a wife of thirty.
Angels that had left him behind long ago.
Trekking through the clouds of white,
He summons up the strength of love and
Hope to find the ones he needs to live on
In a world where they mean everything.

KC - 13/7/05