Your pain is gone, your life is new

Healing light
Rest on her temple,
A rush of wind
Across the plain,
Of hair, scented
Feverfew air,
Sweet and gentle,
Descends upon her pain.
It lifts,
To the pale blue sky,
Like morning mist,
Drifting high,
Rising from valleys,
Of White Willow trees,
To meet the clouds,
Like starlings taking flight.
Tiny petals,
Rest on her eye lids,
Restore her strength of sight.
The little flowers bloom,
Upon her crown,
Like wide open fields,
Stretch into the distance,
Reaching for the sound,
Of Angels singing.
Their voices travel through her mind,
Tight coils around her vessels,
Once griping, now unbound.
The violent pulse, subsides,
Like ocean waves,
Across the shores of time.
Listen to the hymns
Of rejuvenation.
Every harmony for you.
Ache no more, loved one.
Your pain is gone, your life is new.