The Garden of Stone Trees.

Reclined, hood-eyes half closed,
As relaxed as is possible
On sun-forged, foreign ground:
Crusader-vigil rest in
The approximation of shade:
The Garden Of Stone Trees,
Sometime playground of the
Sunset-call genies.

crusader

By this hour tomorrow
My sword will be first-blooded –
And named –
A first stain dripped
Onto my soul …
And I may
Still be breathing.

1/2/2013

Photo from Wikipedia

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3 thoughts on “The Garden of Stone Trees.

  1. Libby says:

    Thank you for visiting my blog and indtroducing me to your lovely poems. I will be sure to visit again.

  2. JulesPaige says:

    This is a mysterious account that needs more story-telling 🙂
    I too write of a warrior with a blood stained sword on this blog:
    http://julesstorypageswhirl.wordpress.com/

    Most of the story-verse came from Wordle word lists.

    I like your Garden of Stone Trees.

    Beeseeker…one of my many names means Bee.
    Thank you for your visit I just found where your ‘About’ Page is and shall return the favor…

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