With my eyes closed,
my wounds open to the world,
probabilities and possibilities
so I run, so hard to the garden,
to await my pardon.
I wait, and wait, for her there,
while the pixies play and dance,
as sip wine, while drunk on love.
I sit a table for two,
boundless splendor, I declare.
The songbirds sings me a song of silence,
as running Rabbits dance,
carefree with no worries,
as the flying Squirrel, laugh and squall,
on the limbs of trees, about the silly Rabbits,
while the Great Horned Owl looks down at the daisy,
while they cry at the beautifully colored amber sky.
The red snails run and hide from the night shade,
awaiting the light of a lovers full moon.
The Plantain lily lays close to the ground
calling her home, Over and Over.
As purple Iris's rainbow's perk up,
under the new lovers full moon's
to come.
The roses shed their thorns,
to my delight,
nor they never wish to harm
the grandeur of my the garden
as my cat scooter plays in the bushes
and My' Dog Honda awaits by my side;
with a bell around her neck,
to ring of her arrival............
Who will kiss her first,
me or the moon?
Randy Hogan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-date-under-the-star/
