TendedA Poem by Raymond FederleTendedThere 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. © 2014 Raymond FederleAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on February 19, 2014Last Updated on December 14, 2014 AuthorRaymond FederleCumberland, MDAboutI've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. .. more..Writing
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