Borrowed moments borrowed time
sifted through a mill of agony
LIfelessly and through the gates
of eden, you graciously invited
me to share with you a fruit of love
Excepting your invatation oblivious
to the realization that would occur
Living in exhile, wondering through
many ellusive moments of deception
Trying to decifer which Orchard I entered
was only becomming a nightly ritual that
seemed endlessly repetitious of the night
before
Granted this was my decision to enter
but somehow between yes, I somehow
should have said no...........
Many a times we tend to do to what our inner conscience disagrees…but the destiny makes us go, we become the puppets…so our NO…becomes YES…a nice interesting composition…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just beautiful Bonnie, strains of Adam and Eve woven into another masterpiece. I love your poetry. Love, Andrew