I Had A Garden

I had a light-filled rose garden:

Flower stems swaying to the light wind,

Gleaming petals, they would hearten

My soul, the world ceasing its spin;

Whenever I laid on the glaze,

My nebulous days lost their haze.

I had a pond in my garden,

Water hiding nature’s secrets:

Fragile leaves, rocks that sharpen

The crystalline surface’s sleekness

Of my modest and precious lake,

Which I hoped no one could retake.

Reflection of the world’s beauty,

Shaped from the sheer glaze of the moon:

The whole sky with lanterns was lit,

Its iridescence spreading soon

To all of the stars which listened,

And to my dreams that were answered.

My roaming mind often bestowed,

Only with shimmering colours,

Odd and mythic stories, composed

Of knights in auroral armours:

Which mirrored the autumnal leaves

Flying toward the seven seas.