Behind high walls the sound of laughter from the wind
Ricochets to ears that once were deaf to morning song-bird
To eyes that could not see clouds fleet-footing across the sky
Dancing over the frost and ice to melt away the sadness
Branches sway and play like distant violins in harmonious
Tune, Drifting on moonlit nights reflecting violet pools.
Heaven’s white saints join in a chorus of thankful verse
To cajole the sun to rise and radiate upon the earth.
From your eyes spring forth painted flowers, scented and
Soaked in dew-like wings, to flutter down in soft shrouds
Then rest upon my soul. They gather to form pools
Bringing life once more to the fragrant blossom-tree.