by Russ Vanheel

Created on: October 25, 2008

Misty

for she that laughs

takes a patch of gray sky

from my rain colored halo

of low hanging clouded hue

and makes it turn chameleon

into a rainbow

for she that flows

her sun-lit pure water

through murky rivers I travel

without me pointing the way

just gliding with the wind

she always finds them

for she that finds

lost treasures in her eyes

buried under anchored hearts

and with her smile that restores

fractured angel wings, makes them fluter

her truth can set them free

for she that touches

wounded heartstrings gone weary

and frayed come back to life

from the blooming rose that

becomes her face every time

she smiles or laughs

misty morning sunrise

awakening butterflies

is her purpose all the time

and for she that laughs

is truly blessed by those like me

who awaken in her eyes....

for M.E.

Love Dad

4-13-97

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