Freedomlands and Shadows Cast
a poem
now dancing the meadowlands of freedom her life abounding — beholden to our earth fair shot at last to stand on two feet alone barred by heaven's immortal gates no longer finally, at once, a simple place to lay her head felt out before, these perfect times to come a stillness within where she may simply be learning to roar and fly and dive in open heart such rueful lack resides within her dark — born of loss that once hopeful companion who'd seen it all so clear twisted shadow hath destroyed what aught have been for her to at once, in hurt, betray — corrupt — succumb preventing their joining in these splendors of love mother of mothers, she cries, grant magik's fairest grace guide peaceful tides to carry her one across the sea of grief blessed to rest beside her in this home their light made real
