The long sun paints slow patches on the lawn
and slyly sparkles on the smooth, cold pond -
the shadows darken in the shrub beyond;
the sun, that all the drowsy daytime wooed
this very garden changes its bright mood
and like a lover scorned, hurt, pale and torn,
retreats to let the moon take over; borne
on its sheer excellence, the garden turns
into the Eden for which each man yearns.
I step inside, as lightly as a faun -
my hooves would leave no print, could I but take
your hand, and dreamily, yet wide awake
dance past the pool of moonlight to the wood
and find the open places that withstood
shy sadness' shadows, and the silent lake,
and on its shore we'd sit and stare, and make
our joyful offerings - can't I incite
you to be glad of this enchanted night
and stay until it's broken by the dawn?

Report Story

bydemure101© 4 comments/ 2260 views/ 2 favorites

Share the love

Similar stories

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (4 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (4)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

You may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: