Mid-Night In The Garden
Midnight in the garden,
Where we come to plant our love,
The moon aglow, with twinkling stars,
Shines brightly from above.
Wand'ring 'tween the stones,
I make my way to our spot;
The gentle rise and grassy slope,
Our designated plot.
I find our sacred stone,
And sit upon the dewy ground;
Breathing deeply of the breeze
And the freshness it has found.
I taste the zest of the grass,
So green and full of life,
And the hinted musky smell
Hewn from the mower's knife.
And riding on the wind,
A world of colors comes to me,
The shades of different flowers,
So vivid not to see.
And up from the ground beneath,
A scent so brown, rich, and full,
It's wholesomest aroma
Brings a pureness to my soul.
Each breath brings the peace
That I always seem to find
When coming here, near to you,
To ease the troubles of my mind.
I touch our sacred stone,
Your name, forever, next to mine,
And know the peace of our love
Will carry out, through all time.
© March 2000 by Krista Wilcox-Cates
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