My garden of the Mind
She would leave my garden.
My castle of charms illusions.
Roam in catacombs time.
Rub noses with the mundane day.
Stay pasture with the flock.
Bruise upon the rocks of chaos.
The impede could not plant,
Seeds of comparison enough,
To nullify her need.
Love could not build walls high enough,
To contain her freedom.
Nor could it waylay or stop time.
Times ravage continues
And I wished to veil the mirrors
Empathies her beauty
Surround her with a web of grace
Cherish her with embrace
But all the strings martyred wrong for
Love rings a double bong.
Loving must honor each instruct
Yet within us all, lays destruct.
[This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 09-04-99).]