Coincidence and love

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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