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No One Is Missed In My Garden
I gathered you to me
face frozen in the half light of
daybreak.
Your pain catches the morning rise
Haunted are your eyes as if by
the savagery of the cold long night
Whispered breath lies frosted on your lips
Still white is the hour – my hands touch blue,
nothing moves, only cold upon cold.
It clings, wrapping itself around in silent death
Such a mournful mess, - though I am
protected by my dreams
Cavorting with summer as vagaries of her charms
molest dimensions drifting.
Slowly the minutes creep by. Don’t
let the weakness of the sun suck you in, with her promises
of warmth – for she lives in uncertainty, what
she gifted yesterday was made on whims of
aimless thought.
The trees are all stripped bare
In the air, hangs the lullaby of nature’s
savagery careful they cry, don’t slip
on the injured
Yet another day draws back her curtains
life today ~ life tomorrow ~ who can
be certain.
No one is missed in my garden ~ for
there isn’t a soul ~ there.
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