The Garden of our Souls | Poem
Scent of roses filled our nightly bliss
Silent we seek our hearts in our world
The candle burn brilliantly on our eyes
We see hidden bliss in our deeper world
The living abhors the dead’s friendship
The moment the communication of dust occur
The breathless avail the scavenger meal
Death’s pang eludes passion-filled lovers
Thought of the fleeing moment
Upon my heart has cast its burden
When our worlds asunder wrought
The pangs are healed on your arms
Like the walking flowers smiling and hailing
The communion of the rays of virgin sun
Hand in hand within the borders of our hearts
We fill led each space of the loving moments
At the dead of the silent gripping nights
Aromas of coffee filled the taste of our lips
Irresistible flavours sunk down boisterously
We make our night a jungle of passionate retreat
We sit in the garden of our souls together
Like the sea pebbles at the bed of ocean
Inseparably we hear the sounds of light
And the summer birth to thorny nests
© 2014 elijagod