Sweet Peaches
The still water is clear,
Heavy the muddy swamp and disappear,
Hear the clock tick in sad seconds and blue,
River the memories of our youth,
Pure and true.
Sweet peaches of garden trees and perfume,
Brace the sunshine in your cheeks and eyes,
And kiss it gently,
Kisses from heaven are true,
Music the birds in rhythm,
nature’s device.
Garden of secrets, share your secrets with me,
Tell me how you fell in love,
With your summers near the sea,
Pretty little dresses,
White in memory,
Of young blood youth,
Stained by lost sympathy.
Don’t sink in silence,
The water is there to be kind,
The ice and the air,
Rhythm is in your eyes and mine.
In stained souls, Be a pure soul and smile,
You are needed in every world,
In His and hers, For your sunshine.
Excerpt Poem from Red Spider Lilies | Poetry Book | https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Y3XFV31/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5
