Friday, 13 June 2014

The Moonlight and the Flowers

We sat together on wooden bench
Roundabout leaned encircling trees
I drank immortal stream to quench                
With deeper thirst from deeper seas
    My parching lips
    On rocking lees!

Could we live our days in this garden
In our solitude and hand in hand
Wildly dancing on some poets’ pen
With no whisper of another land
    To mark this
    Garden grand?


I love the flutter of all you do
Your soft and supra normal powers
Please do not begrudge my loving you
Through the tender-petalled showers -
    It was the moonlight
    And the flowers!

Copyright (c) Jeffrey S. Merk 2013

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