Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
Water washing down to  river wide
A field of daisies and wild grasses green

Inside my pulsing heart,  the blood did plead
That history and myth can take a ride
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream

So lack of hope conspires to kill our dreams
And memories that lie can be no guide
To fields of daisies and wild grasses green

The silver birches light with sun’s soft beams
In their way, they are discreet disguise
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream

About the cruelty  of human deeds
There is a library, shattered and demeaned
By fields of daisies and wild grasses green

Few can bear to enter and to read
What the minds of sufferers could mean
Through the barbed wire fence, they saw a stream

As Icarus was falling unperceived
Farmers tilled their meadows blithe, deceived
Through the barbed wire fence, we saw a stream
A field of daisies and wild grasses screamed

 

 

 

 

We climbed the stile into the meadow green

I saw the river winding by below.

But when I went again it was not so.

A meadow, yet no river  to be seen

The image lingered on inside my mind

And you had died and could not be my guide.

I stood alone in that great field so wide

With sadness in my heart, though grass is kind.

And then I found it in another place.

We saw the stile and then we saw the stream

A horse was drinking from the water clean

I stood there as the sun caressed my face

. Time and meaning wrapped around like lace.

Coincidence and love produced this grace

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