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Here In The Garden Of Our Hearts

a turbulence of blue
my eyes fill
when I see the last of you

here in a place of
honey bees nursing nectar
in violet fields
the green of life swallows

my lips quake with the
crush of memory
your life is a
flood which drowns
though now extinguished

the valley of our time
is never forgotten
I am speaking to you
hear me

in the night I feel
the kneading of your feet
and wonder at the distance
between here and infinity
do you ever travel home
and how often

death is be a blow
which injures and then reinjures again
I guess at what I do not know

but as I stand here now
a zephyr lifts the hair from my face
and dries my tears

you must have done that

you always comforted me
you comfort me still

Copyright May 31, 2014/All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells/Meloo/Tilt-a-World

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