Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

A hush falls over the garden.
The inhabitants are far away,
Lost in the pleasurable escape,
Running from the waking hours.
Breaking from the voyage of dreamers,
A wave crashes on the shore
And wakes them from their sleep.
Starry blue reflections in the dark
Show them back themselves.
The vision warped by ripples
Is truer than they know.
The rough dawn rudely intrudes
And first controls their thoughts.
The pangs of fiery light burn
And scar the memories left behind.
Day comes and the inhabitants
Return from their journeys.
Some are better off from their travels,
Some scarred beyond repair.
Most of them do not remember
What went on there, in the dark.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak