Gardens of Life
In reality we are all gardeners,
wandering through the gardens of life
gently placing our seeds
into the mouth of the Earth.
Drifting through seasons,
anticipating the first glimpse of
Spring's splendour of sights
a new promise, a new beginning, a new love.
Butterflies and bees,
make love to the
fragility of blossoms -
embellishing nature's passions.
In my personal oasis,
princess of petals plants her love,
within the garden of my heart.
Fragrance of her flower garden,
leaves me silently breathless,
as we bloom in the vapours of our love.
Yet not all gardens are sincere.
Wilted path of premature petals,
leads to an unkempt province.
Walloping weeds wander through
naked rose stems with blood thirsty thorns
and I wonder, dismayed,
why anyone would neglect their garden,
when did cultivation become a crime?
So I remain, away from the darkness,
upon the silent bed of our own roses,
content with the honeysuckle,
suckling and soothing our souls.
Silent One
Simple Musing
27 July 2019
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