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The Vision Appears 

About her beauty in grey zones 
The wind is whirling, and we seem 
To hear its music as it drones, 
Now loud, now soft as in a dream. 
She bendeth like a willow tree 
Swayed of the wind right joyously; 
The purple blossoms overhead 
Are dancing as they have no dread 
Of the wild blast that blows her dress 
Into a maze of loveliness, 
And makes her black soft-lined hood 
A welcome covert for her wise 
And winsome face. 
O, it were good 
To give her shelter, watch her eyes 
Laughing, and hear the noble way,- 

Oh, how did that beauty flower
for it’s worthy rule that transcends
past nature’s force, as trees cower
before her crown, as she ascends
beyond the dreams of existence
with a gaze, so far off distance,
farther than the winds of silence,
her frail figure sways in defiance.
The reflection of her delight
sets her free from chains of life
in cadence with the tempest winds
as I weep in the willow’s shade.
Her sheltered life.
O, it were good
To let her blossom, watch her grow
to noble ends, her heart aglow.


Robert J. Lindley and Teppo Grén 
Date: March 5th 2016

This has been a great honor for me, composing yet again with my good friend Teppo. And again,  his closing verses make this poem,  excellent free verse.
Sorry for not posting it on my page sooner Teppo. 
Have been busy repairing my house after it flooding.

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