Gaela Of The Remembrance Of Love (Orchard Of Remembrance)

The heavy fruit lay  
against bare branches,  

All night long,  
quinces of pain growing
 
Like difficult dreams  
crowding each other.  
 
White lillies of chalk  
hide from the dogs  
 
Who stalk their poisons  
in dreams of remembrance  
 
In my secret orchard,  
windswept in Night's greenery.  
 
Like tulips in January  
I sleep in frost's hibernation.  
 
As a tremor I am kept  
by pains of a bleeding rose.  
 
Sometimes the night is a wall  
that prevents me from knowing darkness,  
 
Sometimes my eyes are but winds  
through Death's orchard of remembrance.  
 
      .....

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