Post by goldenmyst on May 6, 2023 16:37:22 GMT -6
Evening Primroses
She still remembers the night
the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue
with its light penetrating her soul
deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
She stands at the ivy gate to heaven
looking up at the ghostly trees
bearded in Spanish moss.
Love creeps like ivy
through the garden of her heart.
The promise of entwinement
knots in her breast.
Luna’s ray sneaks into the keyhole
to the door of her soul
behind which secret love hides.
His ring finger is a moonbeam
that touches the rosebud of her chin
until she blossoms
into an evening primrose
for whom the cool shadows
of a fragile peace
are her umbrella
when fire rains at noon
She still remembers the night
the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue
with its light penetrating her soul
deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
She stands at the ivy gate to heaven
looking up at the ghostly trees
bearded in Spanish moss.
Love creeps like ivy
through the garden of her heart.
The promise of entwinement
knots in her breast.
Luna’s ray sneaks into the keyhole
to the door of her soul
behind which secret love hides.
His ring finger is a moonbeam
that touches the rosebud of her chin
until she blossoms
into an evening primrose
for whom the cool shadows
of a fragile peace
are her umbrella
when fire rains at noon
