Aubergine

I roamed the distant land of Aubergine,

with rolling hills of luscious vine

and valleys long serene,

as I searched to find 

the meaning for my time.

My suffering carried the weight of the Calvary Cross,

up twisted roads without rest

past once grand views now lost,

as I tried my best

to understand life’s test.

I found a fancy nest of memories,

with paintings of forgotten times

scattered like faded leaves,

with song and wine

I mourned things left behind.

False reflections gleamed from natures window,

our place at life’s lush banquet

when you swore I held your soul,

I must learn to forget

lost love's regret.

All I know now of this Glory Land,
where morning fog from distant seas

floats with grace of a gentle lamb,

forgiveness is the breeze

that sways the trees.

I took the long way home from Aubergine,

the winding country road stretched long

like a sleepy summer dream,

with memories to song

I travel on.

for d.b. and n.i.

Ken Owen,  Van Niddy Press,  Sebastopol,  CA,  Summer 2013