Midnight In The Rose Garden


Midnight in the Rose Garden, in the shadow of the moon’s
Shadow well, I retrace the paths we used to walk back to
That moon-flower covered two storey gazebo…I climb the
Stairs again to the top that overlooks the deep and
Dangerous waters of Wauconda Bay that took you away from
Me twenty years ago today…I can feel your presence
All around me tonight and I think I can almost see your
Face in the bright glare of the lanterns’ light…I
Close my eyes just to open them and see you again…
You reach out for me and I take your hand as we walk
Off into the light together forsaking this God forsaken
Land and we just disappear like two night birds taken to
Flight in the starlight…now there will be no more
Tears here every night around midnight…Midnight In The
Rose Garden

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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