between the blades

I hear them pass
between the blades
where green the grass
once turned to red ~
their essence wreathed
the giant oak ~
would memory live
or time forget...

Their ancient ways
forsaken now ~
a cardinal's stretch of wings
to blue
ten thousand stars
their spirits burn ~
how long their stay
this love to prove...

I hear a voice
becomes the wind
from yonder plains
their sorrows left ~
where sons were died
and fathers fell ~
a mother's pain
for winters wept...

Now to home
though distance far
and blossoms bloomed
too many years ~
between the fall
and coming back
to find their truth
was welcomed here...

Beyond the green
a place remains ~
smoke remembered
to the sun ~
another dream
was theirs to live ~
ere love returned
and life begun...

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