The Meadow

Where is this Meadow?

In the meadow, a tune plays.

Silhouettes dance among the trees,
The wind blows,
a wolf howls,
Oh, the meadow.
In the meadow, a child laughs.
a flame crackles,

a feast awaits.
White Oleanders kiss my ankles,
rose nips my nose,
my heart feels so light,

happiness beckons.
In the meadow,
tears are not known,
pain is impossible,
and a great being waits.
Oh, the meadow.
Sun kisses my cheeks,
I wonder what created this place,
who created this place,
and where is this person,
so I can praise them.
In the meadow,
I cry out joy,
I never want to leave.

 

Reviews

[Guilt]

Hmm, the ambiguity is worth thinking about. Oleanders kissing ankles was wonderful! Beautiful little images like that stay in the mind.
I couldn't decide whether I wanted it to be a real meadow, a symbolic one or metaphorical one. I think it could be all and none, which is what I adore about this pieces. The delta streams make it more interesting than a simple current of a thin river. A pleasant find and all for me (since no one else has commented) :)

- Guilt