Relax
And there it was…
a rose colored, winding path,
a narrow passage, maze like, but easily traversed
With a bent nail in the wood,
no gate remained, only rusted hinges
but beautiful rusted hinges they were
I felt their curves and screw heads
The post weathered with an enchanting patina,
woven in vine of an unknown variety
Stone boundaries in earthen shades
marked areas and channels
where foliage thrived and gladiolas
waved like flags in a cool breeze
I sat upon the lawn, uninvited but not feeling that way
and gazed towards the distant horizon
of hills and clouds and green
The world was silent except for my breathing,
calm lulled me as I floated within my mind
I felt the touch of something familiar
and I closed my eyes to experience it all
She took my hand and said, “relax’
and I did while opening my eyes
to find I was here, where I had always been
but I wasn’t…and it was because of her
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2021
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