Sometimes
Or always
We each of us
Need a secret garden
Wherein is placed
The nectar
Of our delight,
Sometimes a memory
Sometimes a hope
Always an inner flame.
It does not consume
It does not inflame
But keeps us warm
In times of
Chill-full fear.
We needs must
Cherish it
hold it fast
against the dark hours
of a waking night.
And in the fold of dawn
Take a moment to savour
The scent of an early rose
And settle on
The moment.
JL 2011
An old flame for friday.
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