a gardener's motif

a gardener's motif

 

 

there is a trace of you

in a bed of roses,

a whiff of wanting

to pick your innocence

and press it into a book of everlasting love

 

there is a trace of you

but that garden has no pillows

and only the imprint of your heart

 

is what i have left

to rest my head upon

when the moon's thorns

remind me.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/28/16

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

"when the moon's thorns
remind me."

brilliant says i! just brilliant!!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, E.
j.

[RomaJ]

The scent of roses, linger...even after the flowers have gone, and somehow, the heart remembers, even if it's just a tune. This is lovely j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Roma...

j.

[Jamestown]

You always pick metaphor's that are so unique
and words that support your originality, great imagery.
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jamestown.

j.