A Broken Heart
A lovely lass stands alone,
High atop a cliff
Over looking the sea below.
The fine mist rising, ever rising,
Until she can taste the salty air. . .
Until it seems to penetrate her very soul.
There is a quiet beauty in the morning light
That can not be described;
Only felt. . . only if alone.
Alone to contemplate the magical music
Of the pounding surf;
The song of seagulls as dawn's light
Comes spilling through the clouds.
Outstretched branches of near-by trees
Seem to convey their love.
Pretty little wild flowers
Slowly open their petals
When kissed by the morning sun.
Dew drops covering like
Dancing diamonds in the wind.
The colors permeate her body,
Deep within. With faith renewed
She finds a gentle peace,
A healing that takes place
To mend a broken heart.
She begins to feel lighter than the mist,
Freer than the birds in flight;
Softer than the petals enfolded by
The boundless love of nature. . .
So freely given, so freely taken.
Problems are washed away by
The streaming sunlight;
The morning air as it
Gently caresses her hair.
The energy of mother earth
Is there taking care. . .
Her loneliness disappears into a warm
Loving feeling of universal belonging.
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