One singular tube chair, woven in plastic tapestry, <br />the rectangular shape, planked floor of cedar, <br />in lined picket segments, run parameters edge, <br />a sacred place of mind thought breeder. <br /> <br />The blue skies silhouette soft white clouds, <br />a descending staircase leads to oceans touch, <br />my home away from home, my secret hide, <br />pondering the change of seasons so much. <br /> <br />A day were summers end is falls start, <br />leaves of trees paint a pictureous view, <br />lost in the thoughts of another change, <br />the chance of a friendships renew. <br /> <br />An empty chair beside me on the deck, <br />beacons the return of her entire entity, <br />the soft coress of her hand across my arm, <br />will bring surrender to her.... completely. <br /> <br />As I ponder the empty chair, awaiting form, <br />the multicolor sky brings reasons of rendezvous' <br />in a moment of want, I desire unchanged need, <br />and the second chance to see this through. <br /> <br />A Lady of Class to which non have compare, <br />a distinct derivative between fine wine, <br />and the uninhibited emotion of young love, <br />a quaint mix of girl embraced in lady fine. <br /> <br />The change of seasons brings change of heart, <br />and in this moment my deep wanting need, <br />an empty chair awaits to cuddle her form, <br />and I await the chance to replant loves seed...................<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wooden-paradise-1/
