Waiting…

Ghostly blooms
fallen on the wings of night
touch the whispers of silent lips
standing proud white gown covered
flowers and lace –

 

waiting
waiting
waiting

Waterfalls of wisteria gracefully
hang; as if no secrets to share
always the bridesmaids never
the bride – sweet hanging heads
of tears they hide –

waiting
waiting
waiting

Held in breath, blow not
the winds of time
mantle clad bronze curls, all undone
they cast you by – not to
give the eye – no crime she –
accept in splendour far out done –

waiting
waiting
waiting

Pure in gypsy roots to roam
hedgerows, gardens she has sown
scent maybe, she tempts the air
Beauty on the eye – for
freckled faced is she –

waiting
waiting
waiting

For tastes in love they come and go,
we choose our hearts then seeds we sow.

Poppy ~xx~

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