How bold it must have been A professional woman Amid the conceit of men Accomplished and refined Her beauty transcended Her current form In throes of mortal failure As she lay shaking Turning towards me In silent desperation We met Through eyes of blue Where her soul dwell Now trapped within Her gaze Reached through bars of steel With face drawn and translucent She motioned me near And whispered Please… tell me a story And so I shared My only thought A sonnet of Vivaldi The flowery meadow With colors of pastel And flowing brooks of spring As her eyes slowly closed I took comfort In her peaceful respite As we walked together Through a place Without time or boundary And for each a gift That by her prayer The jailor’s key had turned Releasing her For one final flight Through this mortal kingdom To be witnessed with clarity And with grace Through eyes of blue
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