Garden Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Standing in the quicksand of his love she quivers for his arms of protection.

Trying to withstand the gauntlet of his words she embraces her melody of dreams.

She consults her motives of lies and releases his motives to his immaturity.

Breath for breath and bone for bone she denies the reality of consultation.

Unhinged and lost he deviates her life with his rhetoric of love that the graveyards declined.

Spoken out of time as a knight in shining armor he cleaves to her joust with his roundtable of fear.

The moon became her camouflage of unwedded love during his torment of love.

In the silence of his obscurity she befalls the argument of change will come.

Destined for the everglades of living her life became the artifacts of the earth.

He became her dark knight of terror when the moon and stars were glowing in her eyes.

Her sacred womb of fertile life has succumbed to unfertilized memories of home invasions.

The ambassador of his gift has her reaching for air to breath on her bed of love.

Her garden is now her resting place in heaven without borders.

Written by Theodore Mosley
October 15,2018