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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
it's going to be sort of a present to my boyfriend for our one month anniversary....so offer your suggestions. you and i (sometime in the garden) Age deteriorates the fallen leaves, yellows them, wears their thick-skinned green paper-thin, and the darkness carves out the seeds of unripened fruit as I sit and tear sheets off the calendar, day by day. And your voice echoes through the garden walls of stone, and I bleed for someday. Sometime. Better harvest seasons and better blossoming and better beauty and riper love. Smaller fragments of reality. Larger hopes for you and I. You and I, we didn’t need the season to grow. We didn’t need to sow our seeds in the springtime. We didn’t need to overturn the soil. We didn’t need secret garden beauty, because this had never bloomed. It was more a love that fell from the sky to earth, like petals in the wind, like heaven. And from behind those brass gates I would call your name. I would tell you stories that cut into my heart sharply, only I’d try to make them pretty so I wouldn’t cry as hard when the rain came down, when the flowers wilted, when they’d turn their heads away from mine standing at the fence, and their glistening eyes and once-piercing gazes would cast downward as they walked, slowly away from me. It was never goodbye. And I’m not sorry it wasn’t hello. Not now, anyways. I’d wanted to follow the circle of life, get lost in the time-space continuum, live a lifetime with the thought in my head that this could all be over in half an instant. Live with that heart-wailing uncertainty, live and breathe and watch it die, satisfied. Or watch it live unfulfilled forever, half uprooted in the soil. But now. Now that we haven’t had the chance to say we’re willing to watch this perish satisfied, I am willing to watch the rest go. Sometime in the garden I’ll let age wilt the flowers and rot the fruits and deteriorate the satisfaction of all living things. You and I, we are like miracles from an unearthly world. We are beautiful, two small warriors fighting a battle of colors and sounds from the backseats of cars, gripping steering wheels and losing and regaining our footing in a slight stray from perfect harmony. We don’t belong here. We have found the answers too quickly, and rushed past the obvious questions, paced through obligatory introductions onwards towards being bound to the words everyone else says, but nobody else means. No one at all. No one but you and I. We didn’t need the beauty of the blooming garden, so who says we can exist watching life deteriorate? The world will fall apart, and what is inevitable will be inevitable. But you and I...we are more than life. We are eternity. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Excellent read! Clear and concise writing and beautiful imagery! I enjoyed it very much.  |
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J.L. Humphres Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 201Alabama |
Aurora, Excellent piece. If your boyfriend doesn't appreciate this then he's obviously not the one. Great writing. J.L.H. Jason God is a warm whisper from the cool void. Jack Kerouac |
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