by Modar Neznanich
Mist crawls across the ground
with tendrils silently stalking
the steps of those passing through
the elaborate rose garden
nestled in solitude
beyond the castle's far wall.
As swirls of motion eddy
in the wake of the couple's timid steps,
the wisps catch the faintest glimmers
of dawn's foremost light
appearing ever too soon
in the secluded grove.
As the first golden rays
of the majestic morning
beckon to nature's wonder,
the couple tightly embrace
then each lies reverently down
in an earthen bed with a stony pillow.
Oblivion reaches forth its grimy hand
and steals precious thoughts away
leaving each of them wrapped
in black solitude unknowing and uncaring
until the day's quiet caress vanishes
releasing them from their clay covers.
The wheel turns upon the axis of time
ever repeating the pattern set for them
bringing to fruition the horrid curse
designed to keep them separated
yet nothing is able to stop completely
the wonder known as forever, love.
©1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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