Tenderly sighing in sparkling clarity,
The stream’s cool waters flow blissfully ever
Splashing and snaking passed our green-bordered haunt,
With trees whispering their wind-weaved harmony,
Crying in serendipitous serenade.
And somewhere betwixt cerulean and em'rald
Lies the dewy blanket wherein under warm
Golden brilliance we found our spring sanctum.
A wall of scented deciduous magic
Becomes a blooming soft pink, breeze-borne veil to
Our quiet meditations 'pon our somber,
Wistful separation, voicelessly promised.
Too many happy ecstatic adventures
Have we embarked here in gentle lunacy
For such a mad culmination to justly
Honor this once-laughing sanctuary of
Our repulsing, embracing softly bruised hearts.
Though no tears fall from your eyes
(And indeed your gentle blues anger grey),
There is a certain somber calm to your features
And motions which speak of your utmost control....
A certain deliberance denoting a wish for Our preservation.
While I avoid your eyes directly to ward off
The shock of what I have done,
I am yet comforted and retain an inner smile
For we shall yet be friends.
In silence we stare warily about our Garden,
Blind to Present in the memories of Past,
And we manage a few cautious wavering smiles
In the manifestations of the shades of Futures vanished.
I cannot but regret my decision for vain freedom
As I watch the wind-blown folds of your ivory gown
Slip slowly up and away as you stiffly stand and,
Back turned with bare feet moving like snakes through the tall grass,
Unflinchingly stride in silence to your mount.
I sit calmly masking my snarling thoughts,
noting once again the green stains on my white tunic
(And wondering bemusedly of your eternal escape of that
Grassy revenge for cool, comfortable rest) to add to insult.
"Perhaps I will be here when you return from play,"
She mocks softly of my war (and escaped vows).
I glance up in anger and meet only placid features
Only barely hinting at taunting smirk 'neath it all.
But your eyes as always betray the truth....
