Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Evening In My Garden


The evening spills over my garden
Like a tidal wave on the shore;
Beauty shines like the rays of the sun
Through a crack in an old wooden door

My garden is my secret Eden,
I'm alone with my fantasies;
The garden bench is our meeting place,
O love, the possibilities!

Beauty and peace are abundant here,
Now I'm feeling a stirring within;
And so, as peace settles upon me,
This is where my journey begins

Slowly, the world fades around me,
As I'm being caught up in a dream;
Arm in arm, together we stroll
Along a sparkling, enchanted stream

He asks if I'll always love him,
To just say 'yes' wouldn't suffice:
'I'll love you 'til oceans turn into dust,
And our heavenly sun turns to ice'

Then I ask if he'll always love me,
But he pretends not to hear;
I lower my head in sorrow, and then
He bends close and whispers in my ear

What he says I will not repeat here,
His words are like sacred prayers
Intended for only one to hear,
But there is no doubt that he cares

And so the evening turns into night,
And I'm feeling a touch of sorrow;
I must leave and face reality,
Good-night, garden, I'll be back tomorrow

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/1/2013 10:43:00 PM)

    So wonderful! Thoroughly enjoyed reading it.10/10. (I read your question elsewhere as to why poets do not rate the poems of other fellow poets and like you, I also try to do it most of the time, unless I forget) .
    'Slowly, the world fades around me,
    As I'm being caught up in a dream;
    Arm in arm, together we stroll
    Along a sparkling, enchanted stream'
    Such a wonderful imagery! Simply amazing.
    'What he says I will not repeat here,
    His words are like sacred prayers
    Intended for only one to hear,
    But there is no doubt that he cares'
    You left the curiosity alive, and that's good! (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (9/26/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    The enchanted Garden are you so lucky to have this enchanting fellow of your dreams, dream on and thanks for the lovely poem...regards (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/21/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    Retire to the beauty and serenity of the garden to lose oneself in a world of imagination is something all of us like to do. A garden often becomes the rendezvous of lovers! Enjoyed this beautiful write! (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (9/10/2013 5:40:00 AM)

    What he says I will not repeat here,
    His words are like sacred prayers
    Intended for only one to hear,
    But there is no doubt that he cares

    the visitor in the garden of mind! (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (9/9/2013 2:01:00 PM)

    What a beautiful poem! Yes garden is a place of serenity to be one with your love either in imagination or in reality. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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