Indie Scribe Magazine April 2015 | Page 36

I wake and find myself in love:

And this one time I do not doubt.

I only fear, and wander out

To hold a long parley with a dove,

The innocent and the guilty, met

Here in the garden, feel no fear.

But I’m afraid of you, my dear.

There was a reason: I forget.

And I by shyness am undone

And can’t go out for fear I meet

My poems dancing down the street

Telling your name to everyone.