Library Garden Love
by Sardonica Neerheart
The world has never known a sillier little cheesehead than Sardonica. This song was one she sang at one of my concerts, the 2nd of my old "A Night of Romance" concert series
"Walking among rose gardens, carefully
Sardonica pauses and glides her bow across the strings of her rebec weaving an melodic reflection of her softly sung verse.
planned paths wander, we view pruning volunteers,
Their straw hats shield bare faces from
The standard noon brume -- white and low --
Which you insist is aberrational this time of year."
"We shall live under wisteria harbored
Sardonica's lips twitch with a wicked smile as she takes a breath, straightens herself and sings lustily to the crowd.
walkways, dwell near the mossy banks
Splashed upon by Calico colored Koki fish."
"We pass a temple of love, stroll, averting
Sardonica bends deeply in dance, one hand poised behind her prim waist, and the other gripping her rebec by the neck, the last note of it's twangy music still ringing.
Our eyes from onlookers who wonder if we
Will linger, ask of our silence."
"We shall live among golden columbine,
Dine in branches of brilliant words
Diffused by jagged whorls of nature."
"Progressing to elude sterile stares, we find
Sardonica gives a tremendous bow of denouement.
A way just left of the lore.;So fondly entranced,
a treacherous puddle fails to separate us."
"We shall live here until leaf-fal
Converts our opaque curtains into pages
Of plain brown wrapped studies.
Owing gratitude to the exquisite, moreover
Expired, angel, who appears sprightly among the trees
Surrounding her bench -- a monumental blessing --
We seal ourselves in kisses, caressing until
The droning city-way calls us apart."