Soul longing chimes
On the backs of angels
Ringing wing songs
Notes, a roadway
Gold-toned steps,
Wet with tears
Of joy and sorrow,
Grief forgiven.
Once of brittle hearts,
Now child soul afloat
The span of wings,
Swooping higher
On gilded ice,
Spanning the ages
Of child play in wild flowers
Cast into stars.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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