Easy to see. The bright colors of her heart. Looking faithfully at tomorrow. Not weighed down by the world. Walking simply in the breezy afternoon. So full of nice things to say about you.

Remarkably forgiving. When so many would fight for empty ground. Taking things in stride. Open wide to find the witness she once borrowed. Telling tall tales of peace, hope and love.

Remembering all that we’d forgotten. Of motorbikes and cotton clouded skies. The false reasons twisted our agenda. And we once again found footing in fields so freshly mowed.

No more lies to sell or surrender. Open season for the warmth of waiting pies. To delight in pleasures of each moment. Giving up the fearful spate of jealous eyes. We hovered nearby.

In glory we found purpose. In dreams we ransomed all our doubt. Always forward no more time for minds to wonder. Investing in reason we released the power of undaunted words.

Proclaiming she’d made happy, the plans she’d concocted in sad moments. Relinquishing the footholds of our enemies. We found relief. And pleasure once again spoke our names.

The size and shape of honor. The character to reach beyond each star. Codify the misgivings of our wisdom. Taking twain as we skirted jubilation. Soaking tears in rain.

The helical whisper. Sage and brooms of dandelion brush. We smelled the wind for answer. All the while infrequent in our pester. Leaving room for hearts and minds to author change.