Garden Song

An early sun set in your eyes
  A long low moon arose
To watch the places of your life
  Where your movements, like vapors
Caress pathways left by words you spoke
  Trellises laden with your smiles
Glistening in prisms of your tears
  Shrouded in a late evening fog

We meet in this clockless garden
  When the unneedled compass of my heart
Finds you waiting near the iron gate
  Where guardian moonbeams anoint you
Spreading your scent, softening the darkness
  That covered me upon your leaving
And I, awash in your lagoon, glisten
  Midnight reflections in the only dance we know

~Les Blough, 1991

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