- The Garden-

In my slumber, darkest sleep

midnight silence, dreams so deep

you walk among the gardens of my mind.

Fleeting glimpses of your smile

the birds are flirting all the while,

their wistful music keeping perfect time.

 

The scent of you pervades the air

above the flowers, everywhere

blending in yet smelling sweeter still.

I note the color of your eyes

under those sun-drenched azure skies

and know of them I'll never get my fill.

 

I see the outline of your face

so full of life, of love, of grace

your figure casting shadows on my heart.

You are so near to me it seems

and yet, although it's just a dream

I pray to God that we may never part.

 

I watch the wind dance with your dress

and hear your gentle laugh confess

just as you disappear again behind the trees,

that you prefer this pas de deux

much more than you let on, in lieu

of saying that you're still in love with me.

 

The sun shines through your flowing hair

as my heart skips you turn and stare,

beckoning me to follow you back home.

And yet, I know it's all a game,

you'll never really feel the same,

the way you felt so deeply long ago.

 

But still, I wonder now and then,

is it just folly or pretend?

Perhaps it's just your way of passing time?

One thing's for sure, my little friend

I hope that it will never end,

your walking through the garden of my mind.