Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Love's Garden

Enclosed in your garden sweet with evening,
The voices of your friends, and your warm hand,
Your quiet gesture, camouflaged beneath the ebbing banter of a quieting world,
Your touch (so natural it went unseen)
Created, deep within, a mirror self
In embryo, a secret being born
With the nature of your true love impressed
On infant features.

Dennis Evans, 1980 revised

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