Love lies in..
every gossamered
corner of
objects
and memories,
once owned.
Shadows
of yesterday
you thought
you overlooked.
Veins touched
by the soft glow
of an evening
longing for
impossibilities.
Wine half drunk
brooding into
the dissection
of maybes’.
Eyes that never
met to spill
volumes of
if onlys’.
Sighs dissipated
as cold smoke
into the wind
and fire
of tomorrow.
Shine on bright little ones
In the garden of
The month of May.
You sweet little lillies
Of apples- crisp and green
That will ooze tangy sugar
to coat my tongue
a dream,
with or without cinnamon
in pies bearing the colour
of autumn and the
cheer of being together
again.
Until then, my visit beckons
the endless charm of
your white blossoms.
Smiling at me from sunshine,
preening on my hazy thoughts
this fleeting moment
as short as my time here.
Your bowls that will shrink to
form the fruits of my joy
In the garden of
The month of May.
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