Leaving the garden ...

I looked for the crescent moon in the warm night sky - 

There it was, above the marble house - 

The silent garden was planted with darkness - 

The mountains were hidden from my sight - 

Light spilled from the kindly rooms - 

So many memories walked the fragrant paths that I could not count them - 

I heard again the welcoming greetings - 

I felt once more the warmth of sudden laughter - 

I knew that I would leave a portion of myself within this garden - 

My wonder at its beauty - 

My sorrow at our parting - 

19.22

Friday 18 May 2018

Karabortlen