Tended

There stands, among the trees of my remembrance, a smothering indistinctness of chaos, in the forest of our youth,

where once we experienced innocence.

Wide-eyed and virginal, memories, like paths through the twisted brambles of my mind, follow hopes to a trail of dead ends.

Colder your season has become and the colors, of the Autumn of your life, falls to the earth and withers.

I would gather your leaves unto me, and have them bloom again, like Father Time's children playing in the fields of yesterday.

Were that I tended gardens of your soul instead of fishing words of thought for your mind.

That I could resist time and age and grow your beauty beyond the countenance of saints and angels with that craft.

Alas, only penned memories of thought and descriptive phrases, to capture a moment of your features.

Love has wings and lasts eternal beyond gardens and frames that seek to border your life.

And with your love I am free from all constraints.

Author's Note

Guild Wars 2 - Fear Not This Night, Piano Only by ArenaNet

Reviews

[Rock73]

"Wide-eyed and virginal, memories,
like paths through the twisted brambles of my mind,
follow hopes to a trail of dead ends...."

dark and deep....awesome write man!

[Raymond Federle]

https://twitter.com/Raymond_Fed

[s y e]

Dude, you're just amazing and totally mind blowing. There is always so much depth in your poems. Loved it.

[Blue]

Do you know you are a gifted poet? I love your words. Please give me an autograph. ;)

[Ruth]

Oh, so nice!! The heart grows in wisdom like a fine wine, I feel...this is so dark and light but then that is love! Not all rubies and glitter...it is a balance, an art and you expressed the longing for its return of continuance perfectly x

[RealistMe]

I can sense intense pain in this poem. I think it's pretty good. If you can edit this poem some to make the stanzas flow better, that would be great.

[kublakhan27]

A lot of trees have fallen in the forest of my youth over the years, and nobody was around to hear them, so nobody knew. After a while , that trail of dead ends becomes preferable to clear-cut trails that take you to people that screw things up haha A perfectly-crafted piece of introspection that only a true poet can pen...nicely done Raymond :)

[Praveeta]

A wonderful write creative poet.

[paddy d daly]

this has so much too it is hard to take in, the dying forest, a metaphor of love lost, is the overcaring the
cause of it's destruction or the desire to bring it back.....
full of imagery and deep feeling, an excellent piece of work raymond.....

[icelandicblue]

There is both a bleakness and beauty in this piece. My favorite stanza was this:

I would gather your leaves unto me, and have them bloom again, like Father Time's children playing in the fields of yesterday.

That is a most beautiful line.