"evenings in the garden"
by clayton warner shaul II
Midnight oils in the water
Saw those vines climbing, those shadows blinding
Casting out the stones, carrying the sky
From the watchtower, from a string
Petite and dark-haired fever dream
"What of reverie my dear?"
And the clouds are dripping ink, watch the moon get printed:
(full)
And I'd never see my house again
With the smoke filled windows, the roof quilted in fallen stars
The garden growing, I tried to shout!
Yet I had hid my voice in a chest and saw it in the tallest tree.
So I climbed and climbed but couldn't beat the vines.
And they over came me.
I held her close then she whispered in my ear:
"Whose got you?"
I thought oh too sweetly and got swallowed up.
Now I'm growing my gardens, missing the evenings.
Midnight oils in my pupils, in my eyes.
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