When tears had fallen,
enriched the earth with salt and shrugs dismissed,
she walked further, through a valley fair,
where blooms were taken like rugs of woven silk,
one by another.
The beauty was astounding
and heaven it seemed had bequeathed itself upon earth,
a place where forgiveness ended with mirth,
and joy became all there was,
and she in turn became light.
Amid this paradise, a strange beast appeared,
of scale and horn and teeth so sharp,
it dared not speak too much
for fear of its own blood-letting,
thus spoke in sotto voce.
What beauty fills my eyes it said,
in this vale where forgiveness finds freedom,
yet I a beast, of so many perils brought,
cannot lose this guilt I feel,
my past never appeased.
She in heart broken voice
as she did touch his huge clawed hand,
assure him with eyes so deep and clear,
the beast did smile at least try,
for her kindness to he, a sorrow burdened brute.
Never had he been given flight,
a lighter heart, a kindness so,
and a tear did form and run to earth
of salt and warmth of heart,
a flower grew in but a moment, as if to mark that time.
This vale is of forgiveness sir,
yet you still will not forgive,
and even here where love grows so vibrantly,
you cannot see the beast is gone, so long ago,
and you for want of words must let go, of the past.
The beast fell to its knees, tears streaming,
its huge hands clenched hard in frustration,
and he in broken voice pleaded forgiveness
for all his transgressions,
and the flowers did bend to touch his sorrowed flesh.
She, standing by,
one hand upon his shoulder,
watched as he turned from beast to man, as handsome
as a man can be, lighter than a cloud was he,
no burden then remained.
Arise young man,
this valley chose to save you from yourself,
as I chose for me, to know my falling ways,
and now in paradise we play,
with the lightness of freedom.
The girl, the man could not remain,
for this vale was chosen,
a transformation once completed
did turn to a wasteland of dust and stone,
no bloom could ever thrive.
Tony DeLorger © 2016