the sun rose and you were mine
we didn't even speak
the child we bore
was the only flower
in this tangled garden
a purple flower
among the bramble of us
these vines extend the discontent
as wisteria to the trellis
soft, fragrant and pungent
reminding us of the one moment
we came together and understood
that love is momentary
and gardens perpetual
grown and mature, the vine clings
to the trellis we left in disarray
as the flower continues to flourish
and bless us with its sweet scent
even as you turn away
from the pruning required
to make this garden whole
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
seriously
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2 comments:
words for many .
a purple orchid perhaps as deep and colrful as the love I feel inside of me I dont care who thinks im insane not even you.
it was true.not a terrible lie .
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