THE GARDEN


These are the flowers
Which bloom for thee
In a secret place
’Twixt mind and soul
In a garden kept by
Me.

The laughter blooms--
The soft white petals
Of our tears--
The starry
Vivid blossoms of
Our ecstasy--

And giddy here
The reeling stems
All fashioned out from
Heady wines
And in the quiet place
Where none may view
The timid leaves
Of secrets kept--

Ah, yes--
Each moment finds
Its counter here
Where air is sweet
And sped along
The purer
For the fragrance of
Our dreams.

These are the flowers
Which bloom for thee
In a secret place
’Twixt mind and soul
In a garden
Kept
By me.





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