there are those quiet moments
in life, where time passes slowly,
that I can soak
in the beauty of a stroll
through a garden. You know
of my retreats where I take passage
in my secret gardens, those places
not so hidden:
the butterfly
eden, the hinterland
view, the encroaching
deep.
you
capture my thoughts
in those refreshing pauses
where I can gather myself;
a still moment of beauty
that is a joy, a drink
from a private and pure fountain.
“Dear lover and friend, you’re a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.” -- Song of Solomon 4:12
Thursday, August 20, 2009
My Secret Garden
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