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Sunday, August 02, 2009

Secret Garden


I see you lost in that secret place
our garden where we used to play
and, I refused to stray, waiting
by those bristling roots
and the tall oak
its husks stretched out in protective grace
and there i let you go
because i loved to hear the melodies that you would sing
roaming free in the glades, striding through the flower beds,
sprinting unencumbered through the tall fields
the ballad of your blue eyes
and I was happy to just wait there for you

until it went dark
and silent
and the pulsating envelope
had been just an echo

and then i knew
i had only known you briefly, and
you did not stay long.

1 Comments:

Blogger Erik the reader said...

Nice picture and a poem with feelings!

9:33 PM  

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