Arms flung wide open
Beckoning a stealthy welcome
Which determine a gate to her dreams
She rushes headlong
Her feet barely skimming bladed points
And into a meadow
Lush in cherished images
Buttercup sunshine
Flickers through
Her blonde tresses
As she smiles contentedly
A love which was impassioned with promise
Has courted her thoughts again and
She prepares to race along cliffs
And down dale
Beyond the horizons of time
To yield in his arms