Soil for my growth

In the garden
when the paths become indistinct
I carry the gardeners dark lamp

Under my wide cloak I capture the earthlight

I want the mould virgin
A rose
Her shadows are still sunwarm





Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-12 at 21:39

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This makes me think of August nights, when the darkness is coming back, turning colours into non-colours, while the landscape is still exuding sunwarmth and all smells get almost tangible... Very evocative.
2005-12-13