The Vision Appears
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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