where the most importance resides on
the meadow
rise
in apparent
glaring
I saw
her eyes
took several decades and wrong turns where
until I found that there
her being life
an angel you might call
her, yet flesh and blood,
and heart
and soul  so much
in tune with my
song
my lungs called her name for many years
sang out searching for her eyes
and did not know she had been
answering
all the time
along
in
a way
I refused to hear

And now,
like newness and hope and heaven
we sing together