Far beyond the garden

Painting by Melissa Haslam

It was sitting inside me,
calling me to go far beyond the garden
and all (un)known things that are
to be continued when the moonlight
leaks charitably.

I went dressed in question marks,
walking beneath my amorous sins only
to renew my dreams stocks
and change my chameleonic past.

I do not know how long
life will germinate from this shy joy,
or if the fairies still shiver into
my black and white flowers.
The certainties fell out of my pockets
when I was driving on the left .
There is nothing on the shelf
to the day after tomorrow
beyond this radiant will to be
enslaved by common happiness
every single day.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

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