Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Midnight in the Garden
And so, thinking,
you question,
what is it you would have now,
that you did not have before,
what being, embrace,
moment on the mountain top.
Sun like a lover on the horizon,
moon slipping in close,
saying hold and be held.
Vows exchanged.
Night whispers asleep.
And you know that
what you have had
is what was yours
to be given,
the final drop of nectar
from the cup,
midnight in the rose garden,
the forgotten kiss.
Dorothy Walters
March 17, 2008
