I wasn't there thee garden blooms searching for a jitterbug,
Nor sunshine thus shade be free,
Watching rose petals fall to the floor inside mirrors I wasn't there,
I looked for you in many glistening glass rhinestone sparkles,
There must be many others standing in the picture frames,
Watching moons playing their games trying to catch falling stars
I wasn't there turning World's into dew drop Inns,
Only solid mounds of candle wax lay upon the floor
No vacancy hung outside the door,
Stay for a while I heard her say no one stood or could I see,
there's a bus leaving just stand there,
Chasing moon rays thru the night, sprinkling star dust along the way,
I wasn't there when time shared a memory,
thoroughly tattered and spent
Thoughts of tiny memories filed thru the streaks of light,
Left we sailed the oceans blue deep mystery dark of wonder,
I wasn't there when the last one stepped off the bus,
Dark Poet
October 4 2013
The Hidden Meaning
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