Maybe it is him. <br />Maybe reading him has <br />Become my new religion. <br />An exercise into sophistication <br />And brillance. <br />But it seems that the wind has <br />Taken on new meaning. <br />It now seems ripe with promise... <br />A fertile awakening-if you will- <br />A giving birth-so to speak- <br />With awe so deep that it hurts. <br />Or that the outside world <br />Of nature seems to have <br />Been painted with double and <br />Triple coats of vivid. <br />That even the rose garden <br />And the once drab stones-now glisten. <br />Such marvels... <br />All because of him? <br />Were we meant to take <br />This walk together? <br />Embracing every sweet second <br />With no looking back or <br />One iota of regret? <br />Maybe, yes maybe, it is him. <br /> <br /> <br />By, Theodora Onken <br /> <br />March 7,2012<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garrison-3/
