Rebirth

Out in the meadow, a shadow stirs, A thought brought back from many wars, A love which has lasted for many ages, Comes back again to haunt her book's pages. She puts down her pen, lost in thought, A shadow flows under the door as if it were sought, The thought of love, long lost, steals into her heart, And she gasps as she recognizes her Bart. She had had visions of him since childhood, His name was lost, but not his warm love, In her dreams, they chased each other out in the woods, They would scream and play tag as long as they could. Now he was here- her love of all ages, Coming to her with the help of his sages, The wise men of old, the young of today, Had brought him back again and here he would stay.