FERNS HEMLOCKS AND MOONLIGHT
How much time did you spend in the garden of lovers under
The lover’s tree watching the rising moon, rising since early
In the day as you sat on the moss? I was in love with that moon.
You and I have been in love with that moon since we first heard
The cry of the hemlocks and all the other night singers who waited
As we did for the moon to pierce through the canopy of that tree.
The hemlocks and cattails swayed above the grasses encouraged us
To feel the wind so that we could mimic its soft touch on the golden
Moonlit ponds of night. We felt no heathen baneful worldly breaths.
We laughed and cried away our mundane sighs in exchange for the
Soft ambience of that light welcoming us as we welcomed each other
As lovers while the earth embraced those flickering moon shadows.
It is here that lovers look at each others bodies so carefully, imagining
As would any world explorer, the breathtaking valleys, peaks and
Contours as if to engrave in memory the complete atlas of flesh.
Under that tree and upon that meadow we shared the moonlight with
A thousand ferns; in the morning the spider web laced with dew would
Remind us that the whole meadow drank as did the wind on the ponds.
Together in the dusky night of the hemlocks we received one night
But those thousands of ferns learned the language of the moon and
Each one could speak volumes of lovers exchanges under moonlight
So many of your sentences are jewels..
which deserve their own settings
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Tremendously beautiful . . . the theme and variation effects of your lines never fail to amaze and impress me. Few poets (and I am not among them) can write like this.
Starward