My Treasure
This is mine...
Safe and locked up...
Hidden from evening shadows;
The fireflies dance around the Moon...
Making ready our Garden...
While the emerald green ivy creeps up the wall;
Remembrance reflects like a mirror...
While an Autumn leaf announces Fall...
My eyes behold your likeness...
Near a Lake Of Glass;
The two of us together (forever) ...
Yes, this is mine...
Only mine to remember...
Come November;
The Essence
October 8,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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