Private Meadow

I was stolen from you,

ripped from you, and imprisoned

in my spirit, in my mind...

but I broke free and ran

as far away as I could get until

my homesickness guided me back,

and I found you, lonely, 

missing me too...

and we wept in our joy.

For all that was taken from us

has been restored

with peace and love.

The trauma, not forgotten,

still felt, but healing now like never before;

I was stolen from you,

ripped from your arms but always 

the secret in your heart,

I want to love you now

and be loved by you, adored,

as I adore you. 

At peace finally in the windsong

of a melancholy flute

whose tune haunts the air.

The overwhelming emotions,

the pure joy overtakes me,

the old feelings fading away

and the new feelings are so intense,

I've never felt this way about anyone,

so grateful to the universe 

that we have some time now

to float together on the wind

in our private meadow. 

The healing flute playing on.