Lost and Found

The breeze was moving gently o'er
the silent fields of wheat.
Wildflowers weeping quietly
amid the long grass swaying.
The wind picked up so suddenly.
The storm had come again.
Graceful branches whipping out
beat viciously there in a trance
of savage fury flying.

Enter in, the long lost friend
, that used to feel so safe.
Publicly, the love they shared
was scorned as a disgrace.
For more than forty days and nights,
the storm went on and on.
Direction lost, they wondered
all too far away from home.
Scratched and bruised,
hurt and abused,
missing all the splendor of the sun.

Even those sweet memories
were beat back into them.
Heart weakening, they barely made it
round each sodden bend.
City streets or fields of wheat,
it made no difference then.
Exhausted, dropping into instant sleep,
the dream returned.
A fire deep within was burning
all the sodden weight away.
Continuous, the aching noise
of opposites at play.

Muffled, every version
of each song of love we are.
A miracle, that morn of their forgiveness.
The breeze was moving gently
o'er the silent fields of wheat.
Wildflowers weeping quietly
amid the long grass swaying.
Tears of joy and gentleness,
the rainbow shining strong.
For all at once,
they'd found their way
back home...

? Michaelette ?

12/3/2002
Copyright© 2002 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home . . .