Longing for green grown the grass of
my sun once fertile in the shade of
the mightiest trees proudly bearing
our young rite of love carved hearts
but now ever barren and lost

Demons scheming in the devastation
of divorce for the creation of their
black forested heart of misery to
seep into the cracks of my broken soul

Steadfast my prayers for a new
discernment yet many obstacles blocking
my channeling what to do so far from
luscious my glen now alone just a stump
of a woman in the swamp of aftermath

Snow capped mountains so ominous
shadow the valley, will the angels fly
to my rescue..I must prepare for
their  light to penetrate the fog of
my nightmares for their brightness..

Letting go the bitterness left from
deception for such betrayal being
not an easy task, but grateful for
the poetry to write...for when I
remember the angels sent a gentle
loving man to dwell in my heart...
and now to create the right words
to express the blessing that took
place in my healing explicitly forward

(c) Green Glows a Rising Sun
02February2012
Vivian L Dawson