Transcendence: Free Again

Two swallows swooping

Nine frenzied circles

Onwards, out to freedom

Oh yes, she sees, she knows she must move on,

transcend, find solace from tranquil scenes before her.

With outstretched arms, she beams and breathes deeply,

absorbed by beauty of these distant basalt rocks¯

in this magical light they glow as a solid golden temple

that penetrates the cobalt sky. Hallelujah!

Spring is in the air! Buds unravel, brash

burgeoning colors wave everywhere. Impressionistic

dappled landscapes now: a breathing, rippling Pissarro is

her open window, where scintillescent rainbows

in sprays of water sprinklers dance. Bees buzz

Let's do it. An energetic sense of fertility exudes.

Vibrancy Abounds. Rejoice, in fragrances

of sun-warmed jasmine, the cool frangipani nights

of swaying palms and gentle breezes - a season this of

new beginnings

Deep breaths Deep breaths

In Out

Freedom. She smiles, finds heaven again, the heaven

she'd wanted forever to share with another -

like these Welcome Swallows, to build, to nest, to grow.

Nine years they'd shared and cared for each other,

lost to enchanted love moments of peace and seduction:

those magnificent sunsets, cool rainforest walks

through glades of palms and strangling vines.

To sounds of splashing waterfalls or the songs of

mimicking lyrebirds, they made love on forest floors,

felt fragile wetness on the womb of the planet.

Feverishly passionate, their lovemaking soon became

tear-making. Pristine tears of ecstasy---

madness, of course, such bliss expired, her lover left.

So, sadly now, she's naught but a bad dream,

a ghost. Go with the flow, said she, and go she did.

One swallow swooping

Nine frenzied circles

Onwards, out to freedom.

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