Omar Khayyam
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I took a walk throught the rhododendron garden today
pink, red, blue, and white blossoms in full dazzling array
their heady scents took my breath clean away
and sweet memories of past loves
rolled back the intervening years
lovers who had touched my very soul
each with their own definitive beauty
and I remembered at that pivotal time
I thought each magnificent one was it
for I was a puppy dog every time I fell
and gave the very best from my well
just then a moorhen squawked suddenly
and broke cover from the emerald reeded pond
as my heart filled with yearning sighs
is the unspoken word
the determining factor of them all
and how I wonder to myself
where on earth those loves are now
have they vanished to another realm
and if not, did they ever think of me,
every once in a while, with a wry smile
just then a gardener came sauntering into view
and began to mow the expansive lawn in lines
releasing that delicious scent of fresh cut grass
that never failed to heighten and thrill my senses
as I mused further on those I loved in secret
who I could never quite tell face to face
just depending on my sentiments and actions
to convey to them the extent
of the burning love within my heart
and as the shimmering sun rose high in the sky
a song thrush started warbling sweetly on a golden yew
bringing long lost feelings cascading back
I smiled and reminisced within myself
knowing I had been extremely good to them all
for somethings are just not meant to be
a greater power than us, controls it all
and as my feet crunched back down the gravel path
a defining thought came seeping into my mind
the game of love is not ours to play
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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