The Meadow Green

I stood alone at the edge of the soft green meadow watching the deer play.

I could feel the somber weight of all my yesterdays heavy on my shoulders;

Yet I carried the hope and promises of a beautiful tomorrow in my eyes.

The warm silence enveloped me; teaching me patience as I quietly dreamed.

And there my tomorrow stood waving at me at the end of the meadow so green.

Her smile was as sweet as a flower; her eyes shone as bright as a hundred suns.

Soon each weight that I had carried so long began slipping off one by one.

I took two steps forward and in my heart I started feeling lighter than the spring air.

She took six steps and I eight more; soon we shall meet at tomorrow to forever share.

Though today it is but a dream, yet I know in my heart that soon that tomorrow will come.

For though I am a dreamer; I see also from that of a realist as two that were separated by yesterdays

at last through small steps meet in the meadow green and softly embrace as one.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/20/2008

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