A Stroll Down The LaneA Poem by Chris W.The sun set to the far corner of the sky, not touching her silk skin but reflecting her pure white dress to my eyes. An angel with a parasol in hand. Her dress with one single red rose a sun hat with a blue ribbon that dances a ballet in the wind. The earth seems to stop to see a beautiful site like this, as do I. For she is my love, she is my life, she is my all. What a day for this sky of ocean blue with cotton ball cloud to form. It’s as if the heavens have given us a sign, to guide us to a magical place. Not damaging her altar of a body I whisk it away to a place with meaning for both of us. The garden. Filled with ponds, sleeping willows, and water lilies scattered all around, A little wood bridge stretch across a pond. Only a few paces away from the bridge till I cross into a new life. With each step and each breath I take the pounding in my chest quickens. I stop it what is the center of the world and got down on a knee about to pray reaching into my pocket for a black box. I can already see visions of the future, with two angels on the hill. One holding a parasol. *Monet- Lady With a Parasol Monet- Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies*
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