Trespassers
South facing garden
That slopes in the sun
Wildflowers swaying
Where the river runs.
For hours and hours
For the wonder of love
Innocent hearts
Slowly overcome.
Trespassers gather
One by one,
The gates are still open
Trespassers come.
Come back to the shadows
Retrace young steps
Under that plum tree
Lie down and rest.
Look up and wonder
Remember the best
Savor the silence
And try to regress.
Trespassers gather
One by one,
The gates are still open
Trespassers come.
We slept until morning
A breakfast of plums
In that south facing garden
That slopes to the sun.
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