RELATIONSHIP Poem: THE GARDEN, by Wren Allen

Oh in the garden we once grew
We bloomed together, petals true
I grew beneath the willows shade
And you succumbed to the endless days

And now beneath the crescent moon
The nightshades whisper, left too soon
I shed my skin like autumn leaves
As you turn the path that trust decives

The river next once ran so clear
Is now cluttered with the flowers’ fear
You drift upon the silver stream
A silent shadow shall still beam

The fox, the birds, of the wood
Now follow where no others should
you hold your hate like your kin
A serpent where your heart had been

The wind still speaks its whispered rhymes
And you take all the time that’s mine
In the soil, roots once grew
Now a song, I never knew