The Empty Meadow

 

A child of summer; bright blue eyes.

A young heart, a young soul; a mind so wise

A smile, a touch; blooming, vibrant flowers.

Bright, gay laughing could fill you ears for hours.

 

A transition to winter, so sudden, so fast

A blizzard whipped in, spreading so vast.

Cold, gray eyes; only a reflection

A concealed, mysterious heart; no need for protection.

 

But, buried in this winter freeze is a hidden flower.

Petals embrace a hidden heart that isn't just so dour.

A quiet lullaby that is barely ever heard

Is being sung by an elusive, fragile bird.

 

Travel through this secret heart, a mind full of dreams

Just behind her closed eyelids, her heart surely teams.

A hidden paradise; an empty meadow is the only thing she wants

For, in a world so harsh and judging, this is where the soul doesn't haunt.

 

See her dance, see her twirl atop this lush, fertile grass

See her smile at the sky; they thought it was her last.

Here she is safe, here she is sound, and

Here is her heart, in this empty meadow she has found.

 

Please, do not wake her, for her dreams are like glass

And once they shatter, her demons will amass.

Leave her sleeping, forever if that is what she wish

For this is a harsh, judgemental world that she will never miss.

 

Author's Note

It is a bit sloppy, however... please enjoy it. I hope you feel the emotion I put into this. I made this poem in dedication to Sabina Aisling Hartley-Burke, my best friend who passed away many years ago due to cancer. She will always be in my heart.