Future Deleted Experiment Of The Present # 21

“Empyrean Almanac”

rejoice!

by garden built sincere, removing gloves for sake of fun

four hands held in autumn near, dig like dogs in love by sun

embraced, to wilt we fear, ripe and plucked, encased in shade to meld as one

but seeds be left as time draws pier, until another spring my love, and if I rest before thee, may I return so only ye can see

not to haunt but a sturdy ship I be, to again hold, laugh, and dance with thee, in such need to grieve, even if mirrors may not hold me

then sail away on ceaseless sea when the longing need of me recedes, we both laying anchor, to new hands in garden’s peace