Les Jardins Sont Verts

By Michael Aaron Gallagher

You dance barefoot in the gardens
Pale violets bowing under early morning dew
To watch the sunrise the faithful few
Gather by the fountain
And the shallow sparkling pools

Starlight now a memory like letters sent
With unforgotten words scrawled by candlelight
Nightfall rising up from the edge of the earth
To swallow up the fleeting rays of light
And the rose that you gave twice

But the gardens are still green.

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Excerpt from Michael Aaron Gallagher’s unpublished book of poetry titled “Firefly.” Copyright © 2003.

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