
To Walk In The Garden With You
Published February 27, 2021 by rlmcdermott
Did you
know that
I am dying
that I am
like a blue
crane flying
riding thermals
without wings
life is such
a fickle thing
it’s so hard
to let you go
yet so easy
to live alone
how could
I have loved
a moon that
never shines for me
am I grieving you
or grieving me
so long this dying
has to be–
a day a night
spent in the sky
who loves me
loves to fly
Who’ll sing
my song
when I
am gone?
Who’ll paint
the sky?
I live
for love
who can’t
be loved–it
is my fate.
I am root
and I am
flower–soon
will be my
bitter hour.
A knife,
a rope,
the wind,
the sea,
these are
the things
that call
to me.
You stand up
and I fall down;
I dance for you
who cannot see.
Is love
what I am
all about–
I sell my soul
and I sell out?
A pair of eyes,
a wisp of hair
and I am lost
and I am there.
Wars are wars,
countries fall,
children die and
I am born.
Again and always,
I return to find you gone;
there must be something
more than this–someway
to end this bitter kiss.