Drifting

Almost floating

Through a forest

So

Enchanted

Not searching

For a

Compass

Here;

I’m choosing

To stay

Stranded

In her

Thoughts

In this place.. It’s

So idealistic

And romantic

I can feel

Precious hope

Rising;

Meanwhile

Struggling to

Understand it

I can sense

The

Dense intensity

Of loss

And

Disadvantage

Yet

The

Optimistic

Atmosphere

Screams,

“Pain

Is all

Semantics.”

As I gaze

Around

This healing garden

The roses

That were

Planted

Seem so

Vibrant;

Leaves are

Slightly frayed

But color

So

Dynamic

I touch a

Tree;

Tangible

Faith

Feels thick

Within

These

Branches

I’ve

Never seen

A

Place like

This

Where

Losses

Become

Chances

As I

Saunter

Further;

My mind

So clear

My questions

Turn to

Answers

There she is

I see her

Up ahead

Lost in

Music

As she

Dances

I hear her

Softened whisper

Saying

“It’s the way

Yah planned it.”