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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