The war is over...

The war is over!

To my daughter Vivianne

Where are you, my daughter, on Palm's day of Joy?
Where in a burst or sigh of dry desert winds,
does your valiant youth inhabit, seeking remnants
of millennial clashing in endless darkest nights?

I entreat you, my daughter--
to be my guest
at the feast of flowers,
the glory of Easter,
busy bee of all my present fears,--
to the blessed supper of victorious deeds.

My heart awaits, on edge of pain untold--
feeling near the light shine upon the tragic night
--your bright return to life,

the little corner of the quiet rejoice
 to be with you. . .for it is my war
to fight along and tame the beast!