January 03, 2012

The Secret Garden


This breezy wind, 
Guides me back to you
How can I guide me away 
from the brunt of his words

With the eloquent of the poet 
That still knocks on between my rips 

Come with me, He says in gasp 
To the secret Garden 
To show you the youngest
Heart that is mentioned 
with love till this moment. 

You and I
mentioned this young heart 
when our lips met in good. 
Lips, contaminated 
with the longing 
of a platonic Love. 

Our poor little Heart
is almost melting 
from the grief 
of not yet experienced 
happiness.

Waft of words 
on burning coals, 
as the husky voice
"Come with me
to the secret Garden" 
guide me back.


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3 comments:

  1. nice....i like that he wants you to come with...so that you can guide him...magical write....

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  2. Thank you Brian. Well its magical that you remember to visit me here.

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  3. love the title, smiles.


    Incredible imagery!
    Hope all is well,
    Appreciated your support along the way,
    Welcome sharing a random piece with us today,
    You rock.
    Keep it up.
    xoxox

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