Haven Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

it is with joy I learn of her peace,
of her blossoming in safety... her homecoming and shelter, her freedom....
to know her evolving dance of the mind found ways to unite in a dance of the spirit, more circular than circuitous......
she kept the name that suited and nurtured those attributes she sought to flourish.....a gift he unknowingly gave her.....
she loved and was loved.....
.... wild-eyed doe of the dancing hands.....
how many of us find such a garden?