my heart speaks in poetry – a tapestry of symbols contained in the songs of birds
i dreamt of a garden last night
Lush and green
Ripe and fruitful
i explored, but i could not call it mine
i waited, but i was only a visitor
When i told the Owner of the garden in my dream
Its colors became Theirs
Its meaning stolen away from me
my chest aches of the memory of that lost garden
i wanted to stay and till its earth with my hands