The GardenA Poem by Singing BirdA blooming of the self within a loving relationship.Stepping gently on the stones. Touching softly the walls of my home.
Sequences ever so tender in their caress. Playing a trilling, musical and willowy tune.
How adept and caring your fingers as they move. As a key, slowly opening the flower of my heart.
So too does the trust that binds my soul. For the first time forward we step....
The Child, a flower bud. Sometimes hesitant often mischievous.
The Girl, petals unfolding. Shy and often not too sure.
Finally the Woman, a fully open flower. In all her glory triumphant and willing.
Welcome to my perfumed inner garden. My lover you are the sun that warms me.
The musician that brings me joy. Your tenderness makes my radiance ever more brilliant.
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2013 Last Updated on April 7, 2013 Tags: gratitude, happiness, acknowledgment. AuthorSinging BirdSurat, Maranoa, AustraliaAbout57year old Female. Been writing poetry since 1986. Am a jeweler. Work with glass, twisted wire and copper foil to make unique lamps, tea lites etc; Do healing art drawings. Sing for my supper. more..Writing
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