Fair Maiden

Fair maiden,
forlorn,
think not of what has been,

nor that which has fallen,
fallow,
by your side.

All is nature's way
of clearing
the underbrush
from your spirit

so that your song can arise again
filled with beauty,
filled with the sweetness
of love's truth.

So, do not tarry in yesteryear
for your growth is vital,
protruding forth
as it does
from that place
—within--
that was made for kings,
upon the thrown
of eternal majesty.