Dark Poetry #2 |
In My Garden |
Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 197Cincinnati, Oh, U.S.A. |
In My Garden In my garden angels stand in carven stone Obelisks and pyramids surround me on the garden paths I smell the scent of new-mown grass And in my garden I walk alone I walk between the wind-swept towering trees Alone and always lonely in this garden of despair I brush aside an errant hair Blown by the midnight’s dying breeze The moon casts shadows on the cobbled stone Nightmare shapes assail me from the whisp’ring dark They bite but never leave a mark Here within my garden all alone In my garden I was once a noble king With my loving subjects lying star-scattered on the lawn They’d play for me until the dawn And hymns to me they’d sweetly sing I see the place where once her love was known Where wine was spilled upon the grass and promises exchanged The landscape has been rearranged In my garden where I walk alone The garden gate has been rusted shut with tears Though no one comes to walk within this garden by my side Yet still I play the troubled guide Here within these walls so many years Within my garden where angels stand in stone Where midnights pass without the comfort of a loving smile I stand, rememb’ring love awhile And in my garden I walk alone Sing while you may -The Prophet Qa'sepel Your pain is for you alone, As it is, As it was, As it will be forever, Amen -The Prophet Qa'sepel |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Gardens can be such a mazing places, like worlds on to their selves. an excellent piece, very well written loved the powerful images. It's in your eyes a fire that's wild and glorious Unhibited, unfinished in everything I do Let the morning rise like our hearts desire" whipping boy |
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BitterSmoke Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 54 |
Perhaps the loss of power is what I miss most of all. |
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