Wakened keeper
Once interred as the shadows stir
Two pale bodies
Lips in bloom, the enchanting moon
Cryptic roses
Now overgrown in the trembling loam
Another tome…

Has found us in the garden of verse
Alive to all that we have disturbed
The sentinels of pentameter;
A couplet scans
The shifting lands

Arcing willows
Take new forms
Villanelle, one of Petrichor
Violet spies
Innocent designs to…

Plant us in the garden of verse
With each caress the lines are reworked
Some tender words to fasten the roots
Now we could never run from you
Could never run from you
Could never run from you

We cultivate the garden of verse
A drink of sun as lines are rehearsed
The lover’s song; the sweetest perfume
Will canonize the ardor of youth
(So we could never run from you)