Quiet Gardens Keep

Her face is like the rising sun

who's light cast shadow on me

In darkness far and silent

where no one else could see

A mind and wit full from dreams

shines bright in summer's embrace

Close beside some ancient column

the wind leaves love's sweet trace

Her lips do scream to love me

in the small quiet gardens keep

Kissing my cheek each evening

before I lay my head to sleep

 

Author's Note

In a garden long ago we walked and spoke of a future. Reality became a much better predictor of happiness

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

great images and a lovely flow

[Marie Harrison]

Beautiful Tate! I think this is my favorite poem of yours!

[Desert Dreamer]

Wonderful to be "full from dreams", great image of love in the garden.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Delightful! Very sweet and kindling for a burning flame! Nicely penned with a lovely cadence!
Love and Light,
SiddARTha

[*~Kristy~*]

Very very pretty! I usually can't stand love poems, but I did like this one.

[Cassandra D.]

Lovely.

[Luna]

This is very sweet. Nice work.

[The Analog Kid]

Beautiful sentiments. Nice word choices.

[LonelySoul]

your love was a strong love that only few can ever feel,yet you write about it so freely,with visuals in technicolor no less...nice work

[Havatara]

It was so simple and sweet, yet at the same time powerful and romantic. I could never do that. Amazing piece.