Remember the days
when we sat by the stream?
Under the gazebo
sharing our hopes and our dreams.
Laughing and talking,
not a care in the world,
enjoying nature's beauty,
just a boy and a girl.
I miss the innocence
of that time with you,
the games that we played,
the skipping rocks that we threw.
It seems a lifetime ago,
since we thought this "our" world,
when you first held my hand,
just a boy and a girl.
With the passage of time
and in between, many miles,
I find myself back there,
recapturing the smiles.
A special time in my life
when we found a true pearl.
Friendship for a lifetime,
just a boy and a girl.
blushin©

The path winds through eternal spring
can thee but stay the course
and to thy virtue thee must cling
or suffer great remorse

The path of love does not run straight
‘tis filled with twists and turns
the lover can not hesitate
when love's sweet candle burns

A meeting place where vows are made
beside the pathway stand
lifelong foundations there are laid
the future there is planned

Beside the path the stream of time
swirls over rocks and rills
babbles and bubbles like a chime
as destiny fulfills

When love is passed from heart to heart
it fuses soul to soul
no force on earth can break apart
nor stop the love bell toll
Sir_Sun©

'Tis quite a lovely place,
a serene place.
Where we two go,
to be close,
captured by our love,
we do so surrender.
Here we come to give freely of ourselves,
to one another, eternally,
in these loving bonds before God,
we do so promise,
to love, honor, and cherish one another,
'til only death then parts us.
Poetress_Lisa©

Sunrise and already back to back we stand
We each hold a loaded gun in our hand
At the call we pace ten then turn and fire
And the winner walks away with his heart's desire

Who would have believed a gazebo brought me to this
It was really a well placed trap of a heavenly young miss
With the sweet flowers, the scenery and her loving smile
Now I see the plan was to blind then bind and beguile

But too good was the trap for it captured two young fools
And now I stand on the field of honor fighting two duels
One with the man at my back waiting to take my life
The other within my mind for do I want to win a wife

How could I have fallen into a husband hunting deathtrap
I am pretty smart so getting out of this should be a snap
Think hard man, I need to stop this before it can begin
What? What did he say? It sounded like eight, nine, TEN!
Bear1Mage©

Along the winding path
Under trees that shade
Quietly in the aftermath
This is where dreams are made

The colors of fall
The gazebo sits silently
The trees sway gentle and stand tall
The waters flow gently

Lovers start their journey here
Talking, walking hand in hand
Singing birds everywhere
Flowers bloom upon the land

Along the winding path there
A cool brisk breeze of fall
Mysteries begin to unfold here
Their love grows, seen by all

Dreams may come and go
Fall becomes winter cold
Only the trees and birds know
What the future will bring
StarFire©

At night I surrender, yielding to dreams
Oh sweet slumber take me back
To my gazebo of dreams
Where promises were made
and no one would stumble.
Where hope was a constant
and faith all for certain
Fragrant sweet honeysuckle
acts as a siren, tempting
teasing, it toys with my senses.
What beckons me onward,
but the promise once spoken
by twilight on this night
so very long ago.
A haunting remembrance
of sweet passion unleashed
under the canopy of this
my gazebo of dreams.
A silhouette of strength
stands tall in the night
against the moonlit cloud
with outstretched arms
so forceful yet tender.
Beautifully entwined
as the vine to the lattice
whispered wishes relived
in the memory of sleep.
Vivid the dream of a memory sweet
and the promise of ever after true.
It lives and it breathes,
if only in a dream..
Yet the hope is what keeps me
returning.
Reina©

Quiet and serene
This place secret and safe
Beautiful in nature's splendor
The brook speaks in a soft tongue
One understood only by lovers and poets
Color splashes and laughs and smiles

But the monument stands mute
Cold in marble and bronze
A testament to ancient industry
And human desire

Sounds once heard here
Of construction and enterprise
The setting of the marble
The bending of the bronze
Now quiet and deserted

Where are they?
Where are the lovers and poets?
This place to enjoy
For whom was it built, save them

Only God wanders among the Dogwoods
and marvels at the sun rays and waterfalls
Drinking the dew of morning
And the cool breeze of evening

The Path here is narrow
And meanders through shaded woods
Have they lost their way?

Can we call them?
Show them the way here?
To quiet their souls and hearts
To this, a Secret Place
Dixiechat©

have the feeling
lost in darkness
alone, longing
can you recall
please remember
the
colors of springtime
with its own intensity
fills the senses with fragrances
reminders of past seasons
welcoming rebirth
resilience
and change
take these colors upon the pallet
to form the images one wishes to perceive
these wonders of nature are here
sit back, take time
breathe in and make this
a new undertaking
I extend my hand
MiNN©

The gazebo stood in open view
Displaying tranquility and ease
And nearby flowed the stream of life
The current in colorful breeze
Oblivious to the path that led
In the direction of calm's way
She breathed in blossoms of strife
Censoring her dismay
Knowing that the path returns
To walls that will bind
She leaves her heart and soul
To this celestial place
Retreating to ease her mind
gigi©

While on a desperate search
for something precious lost
Determined to find it
no matter what the cost

I happened upon this pristine place
really quite by chance
Discovered there two young lovers
as they explored their romance

No wish to disturb them
I quietly strolled the path
Gingerly I crept along the stream
no desire to take a bath

I admired the beautiful flowers
as I continued on my task
Finally the girl spoke up
can we help she did ask

If you can answer me a question
I will bother you no more
Did you happen to see my ball
I am playing a pinnacle four
Riverrun_7©

Through the gate, along the trail
Create for yourself a magic tale
In all the brilliant wild shades
Of nature's colourful escapades
Spend some time and explore
Along the river's babbling shore
An old gazebo stands alone
With pillars made of ancient stone
As with floor and stepping ledge
Right up to the water's edge
Oh the stories that dwell within
Let the magic tale begin...
Shadow Whysper©

In a glen tucked away
round the bend
from yesterday
lies tomorrow's dreams
to a day reborn
where warmth and fragrance
offer embracing calm
through the gate of tears
down a path of balm
relinquish your pain
to a rivers soothing rain
and a moment is snapped
within a photograph's frame.
Kristin©

Man lying on death's bed
looking up at friend, asks
"tell me what was it all about?"

"what was it all about?"

life is a stream, flowing forward out of the mist of time
turbulent and erratic at first
constricted, formative years
sensual, bonding, learning,
sorting real, from sublime, girls, boys, worms, birds

smoother sailing now, youth, puberty
collecting emotions
inhaling sensitivities, prejudices, absorbing knowledge
fiery red's hard stuff, orange's sweetness, green's music
amassing knowledge
blues, pinks, whites and yellows
logic, scientific notation, analysis, deduction

calm waters ahead wider boundaries
career, marriage, children
war, famine, catastrophe, not me them
brain filling, artists palette depleting
whites and yellows flowing into brain
life is good or bad, happy or sad, friendly or uncongenial

narrow waters ahead pebbles and rocks
missed opportunities, regrets bliss
all speeded up alpha omega getting tired
stones larger, channel narrower, rapids, babbling cascade
stop the world, let me off
one step at a time, at last solid ground

ah firmness inflexible stiff
show me the way, lead me to contentment
brain rejuvenated pinks, purples, greens
push this out, evict that, don't need those
come on board sentimentality and passion
looking good, feeling good

the way is clear, straight shot here to there
grandchildren, see the world, time to rest
one step at a time no hurry now smell the flowers
pastels gone, left behind, memories and forgotten dreams
I see my way, advancing stopping, inexorably moving forward
shelter and comfort are here keeping me warm, engulf me

rest no more, up and about
things to do places to go, will there be time
moving further away from life's waters
I see the portal ahead, one final adventure, one final pursuit
death, world is getting smaller, passing me by
reach the gate, steadily unsteady, ready, not yet

entering the shadow land dark no water
not use to this, where is the brilliance and vigor
a flash I see the light bright iridescent red
lighting the way to salvation and eternity
last chance, continue in the darkness or rise to the light
the choice is mine

man lying on his deathbed
looks up at a friend and asks
"tell me"
"what was it all about?"
Averageg©

There's a place I often go
When I want serenity,
Where the gentle waters flow
In peaceful harmony.

Dragonflies swarming overhead
Flap iridescent wings.
The bullfrog croaks on his lily bed,
Splashing as he springs.

Cat 'o' nine tails' golden rods
Bloom along the spring-fed pond.
Mother Nature smiles and nods,
Approving wildlife's bond.

I brush my troubles to the side.
The stressful world can wait.
Blessed am I, I'm gratified
For such a fortunate fate.
KathyK©

ethereal vision
ecclesiastic joy
serenity pervades
when paradise opens its gates.
and empty stands the garden afore it.

tranquil is the scene
gazebo standing dormant
winds whispering through it.
trees an artist palette
colour spilt on every leaf
see the dawn, the setting sun
the spring and autumn mix.
fragrant are the blossoms
rioting everywhere
perfuming every wafting breeze.
incense for the air.
gentle musical refrains
the water tumbling by.
stone and sand
its lilting timbres.
laughter echoes still
in this outer garden of delight.
i linger alone on simple path
appreciating beauty's last
this earthly waiting room
memorizing each detail
wanting never to forget.
what we leave behind.

ethereal vision
ecclesiastic joy
serenity pervades
when paradise opens its gates.
and empty stands the garden afore it.
der_girlo©

From one small rain drop that started the seed
the land had enveloped... a vision to see
The strength of precision
and the abundance of space
has come a masterpiece........
one of Gods grace

This ground, just as we,
is a place that’s nurtured and meant to be
For the essence of time
holds something very dear
for the memories to come
Are a passion so sincere.

The splendor of this creation
has guided each root to establish its preservation
and in that preservation...
comes the unity of one
the precise, sincere awareness
to all of life's undone

When in the Spring, and all is Sprung
Fear not, because of life's undone
What you make of the blossoms
When they come into full bloom
Is a blessing, from the heavens
and made just for you
Mtn_Kiki©

Flowing down the valley, past the gazebo
Down through the valley the waters flow
Where did it start, where does it go

Flowing through the valley fueling the stream
Past a gazebo, such a nice place to dream
With flowers so pretty and grasses so green

Foliage so bright, but they wither and die
And water forms a mist that melts in the sky
Like evaporated dreams...I watch and I cry

Water so cool...too cool for a bath
So back to the house I saunter along the path
To a house so huge......so same it is vast

Many a memory haunts me from the past
But like still waters that dry up fast
I question.....am I ready to accept the task

The task...new memories, happy and bright
Seeing the goodness of all within my sight
This you see, is my daily plight
mwm-44©

Softly touched is the place,
where friends meet, face to face,
past, present, future friends met,
to take a path already set.

Friends in life, once faded away,
from far and near to face the day,
a time we see to face our due,
judgement passed and souls renew.

The path you see is just one way,
No return to a past gone day,
So take my hand now, my friend,
for a future true friends to tend.
Bisonam©
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