Or Knowing Care



While the twilight is creeping
And the pale stars appear
The moon begins to rise
And up came again the music
On the wind

It’s not for them – it’s mine


There came a sweeter token
When the night and morning meet
The trees begin to whisper
And the Roses to sigh
All in the sweet summer morning
I hear them call to me
Strange and sweet


Forever and forever
Into  the fading garden
With all the fairer flowers
Yet in bloom – of
The never forgotten summer
And the air is full of fragrance
‘Tis a morning pure and sweet


But I miss the soft tears
And still keep listening for
The words you nevermore will speak
So then were nothing last
As pure and whole
in that still garden
Nothing here we did not know


And silent traces of
The past be all the color
Of the flowers – the
Memory like a cloudless sky
My thoughts, like my body, bare
I wonder if you know, or, knowing care?

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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