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| Category - | | A Poem from the Karemelia Musings Collection | | Memorial Park - Viewed 817 Times | David Devaney
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September 08, 2002 |
I sit here by the garden park and watch
as the people pass into the mist of the evening.
I wait patiently as the sun begins its journey into the night
bringing a treasurechest of patience and love.
A child passes close by his fathers side, his steps firm,
yet tentative, as he struggles to maintain the pace.
Women, strollers in front, jog through the heavy air,
as raindrops and love bugs circle about
on this windswept summers eve.
Clouds, darkened by the afternoon sun,
whisper silently as they course the heavens
with droplets carried from the sea.
Lovers walk side by side
conversing silently with their eyes,
knowing always the eternity of their affection.
Friends briskly pace themselves to a rhythmic cadence
as tiny leashed dogs inquire about the tree bark at their nose.
Diamond golden signs stop all movement
protecting each passerby from the uncertainty
that lies just beyond the unknown.
All this happens within my grasp, within my view,
as I sit silent, the observer of things as they are
and as they were always meant to be. | | © 2002 David Devaney |
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