In a Garden In May
beneath all the war stricken tumbleweed burrows
lies a maiden
of faith
her longbow is golden with platinum arrows
and somewhere to someone this woman belongs
her present is tainted with hints of tomorrow
when someone to others will sing her a song
in a garden
in may
in a predestined moment beginnings dissolve
an aforementioned instance
to which it
resolves
on a horse in a gallop by ripe sloping fields
rides a knight
taking aim
his steel hardened sword in a sheath silken woven
and somewhere to someone his heart is avowed
his past is still waiting for closure to cover
and fighting for spring he will sing for a crowd
in a garden
in may
in an incautious moment where failure lies waiting
an expected condition
to which it
resolves
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