Wisdom From Heartache

the in-between time held out her hand and offered hope
whispering my name through her honey and lavender breath
hovering beside her were hummingbirds and white doves
joyfulness bled blue, my heartbeats held in a glass treasure box
hanging from silk threads, like cotton candy, around her long neck
taking her hand, she flew me into the realm of the great oaks of my youth
she sang glorious, floating notes, with closed lips, as I saw myself below
a sad child besieged with grief, eating a dirt cake, and talking to an old doll
weeping willows underneath us were drowning in their own tears of sorrow
shadows of myself growing up on that sandy land spread before me now
crying sorrowfully, she wiped my tender tears with her massive wing
and thrust them…