Delightful

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

I am dancing in the courtyard

Garden fountain flowing

The music’s in the summer breeze

There are flowers in my hair

This dress is swishing softly

The grass bedecked with dew

There’s a tension to this moment

Each step, each turn, each beat

Will he step forward to the dance

Or back again with chilly feet

The moon is shining brightly

The dawn is soon to break

This dance is almost over

The pipes have all been played

My arms are tracing patterns

Against the starry morn

The spell is almost finished

Fate is almost cast

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

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Altering

my arm guards the tender place

there is pain

my body lists a little to the side

bending and curving around what hurts

habits forming with thought and without thought

moving crookedly now

a soreness that will ease

perhaps

with time and attention

these are the obvious and expected

reactions to physical wounds

where does my mind bend around a tender spot

is it camouflaged deftly

preventing awareness from tending those

heart wounds

like a garden to pluck the weeds

like a garden to turn the soil

like a garden to compost last year’s crop

like a garden to grow healthy vegetables

like a garden to grow medicinal herbs

like a garden to grow beautiful flowers

the potential is there

but I must walk through the garden gate

maybe rusted shut

hinges needing to be replaced

so it does not scrape the ground

I gather the tools

I let down my guard

the only time to begin is now

and always

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The Cosmic Beat

In the beat of my heart

The rhythm of you sounded

My eyes had not seen your face then

What grew there in the amongst the stars

Shimmering in space

Vast and concientious

I began to tell our story

Born aloft on dreams

Gazing into firelight

Soundings plucked from strings

Time unraveled wholly

Meaning grew from words

In a garden planted seedlings

Were notes in letters written

By the love bug bitten

The song flew from my spirit

To meet you there beyond

Listen, darling, to the music

Hear me in the harmony

I am the song in you

You are the song in me

Together we will play this hand

Dealt eternally

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Dream House

Why have you been visiting

To whom do you belong

You bring your partially shaded patio

With a view of that partially hidden path

Leading to a garden shed

You bring your comfy couch

The big long kitchen table

And overladen shelves of books

Into my dreams

Across the lazy curving road

A hill arises

Further up the road

Around a bend – is that a garden center

Or an arbor nursery

Why have you come

If not to provide me welcome

For a visit not yet invited

A recurring teasing glimpse

Of a place I might end up

Somewhen

A time of laughter among friends

With the sunlight pouring into

Windows made of dreams

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Streaming light within the garden walls

I was sitting on the cement bench

Having fled the cold, dark halls

Holding open one of my favorite books

Sitting there within one of my favorite

Reading nooks

Tucked just at the curving juncture

Snuck just around the little bend

Shaded by the elm tree

Reading about things that could have been

Reading about things that just might be

In a world so far from you and me

Sunlight streaming in

Sunlight beaming in

Setting a small flower in a glimmer

Setting a small flower into a shimmer

How hope blooms in the garden

How the dark is driven back

How you came around the corner

Unforeseen and unexpected

How you walked the curving path

To end up in my favorite spaces

To end up in my favorite places

I felt a little shiver in the shade

I looked into your eyes and thought

I had it made, but you kept walking

Kept walking right on by this perfect place

And I bent back toward my book

At least I’d had a look

At what the future just might hold

If I could just be bold

With the sunlight streaming in

With the sunlight beaming in

How hope blooms in the garden

How the dark is illuminated

How you must have turned around again

As you’re sitting next to me right now

Sitting carefully by me now

With permission

Asking what I’m reading

A lively discussion

In the garden with the glimmer

In the garden set to shimmer

And the summer never ends

Summer never ends now