Sparked

In the Garden of Your Secrets

In your garden
Of secrets
I bathed
In the pond
Of sins
Where water’s murmur
Lulled me in
To the comfort
Of forgetting
All of passion’s
Promises
That lay
Buried beneath
Your
Fertile soil

Redwoods
Of regret
Sprung up
You climbed them
And sought
The shelter
Of their shade
From the light
Of knowing
That many tears
Had watered
Their roots
And forgotten
Lover’s
Wicked whispers
Had blown
Through their leaves
Like shimmering
Tambourines
Jingling

Fountains
Of gladness
Rained down upon
The scarlet
Canopy
And rivers
Of ecstasy
Flowed through
The mystery

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