The Kept Poems

OLD BENCH

21 October 2010

Sit beside me on this old bench

Made of coco lumber

Facing the dehydrated sand of nearby La Nina

Citrus cloud is seeding

Can you smell the salty breeze of the shore?

While the bashful horizon is on its majestic throne

What a wonderful scenery we're witnessing!

Hold my perspiring hand

While I lean on your shoulder

Let me gently whisper the words you long all day

Allow me to creep behind your ears

And mend your exhausted knees

With the dreams we'll share someday

Forgo the wildness of haste

Or else,

Miss every peculiar moment

And tendency to draft another dark history

Reserve the other smiles for the years to come

Carry us home

And search the sincere wisdom of souls.