Betrayers in the garden
Always never miss
They know how to kiss
And to be done and dusted
Not like this
Subtle, slow
Like wind weathering away at stone
From longing lonely for millennium
To finally, ultimately, all alone
Never saw the approaching going
Early warning signs came too late
No defining cyclonic moments
No turmoil, lightning tempest, trunk snapping break
Just a wayward calypso breeze
The creaking of a gate
And gone like there never was
Scented garden, harbour, resting place
And the planet in ages past
Had never really turned full face
Towards the sun, into light, into life
In its endless round of space
© Steve Kelly aka kellyocs 2013
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Betrayers in the garden
Always never miss
They know how to kiss
And to be done and dusted
Not like this
Subtle, slow
Like wind weathering away at stone
From longing lonely for millennium
To finally, ultimately, all alone
Never saw the approaching going
Early warning signs came too late
No defining cyclonic moments
No turmoil, lightning tempest, trunk snapping break
Just a wayward calypso breeze
The creaking of a gate
And gone like there never was
Scented garden, harbour, resting place
And the planet in ages past
Had never really turned full face
Towards the sun, into light, into life
In its endless round of space
© Steve Kelly aka kellyocs 2013