Garden of Secrets

In your garden of secrets,
I bathed in a pond of sins
Where water’s murmur lured me into
The anarchy of remembering
All of passion’s promises
That lay buried beneath your fertile soil

As redwood trees sprang up,
You climbed them and sought shelter
From the harsh light of knowing
That many tears had watered their roots
And forgotten lover’s wicked whispers
Had blown through their leaves
Like shimmering tambourines

Fountains of pearls rained down
Upon the scarlet canopy,
And rivers of ecstasy
Flowed through the landscape
Of thought’s paradise

Mingling among love’s crimson roses,
And lust’s night-blooming jasmine,
Echoes of siren’s songs floated like
Butterflies on a tailwind,
And the dreams of innocent children
Grew like cobalt morning glory
Entwining and flowering on rock walls
Covered in lush layers of deep forest green

It was there that I discovered
The treasures of your heart
They were revealed in your cries
For I heard them call to me,
Like ancient voices rising up
From the bursting bubbles
Surfacing on the river of time
Each one piercing my heart
Like darts thrown from an unseen hand
And landing squarely on their mark

As I wandered through a forest of whispering trees,
I heard your snickers, sobs and moans
They led me to an imaginarium
Where I slipped into your dream’s stronghold
Only to find that it had been plundered
By the barbarians who had been enticed
By the hope of stealing your reluctant stories

So I left empty-handed, feeling like a fool
But hoping that one day, you’d ask me to return,
And that perhaps you’d even invite me in,
Press your lips to my ear and confess
All of your tales of Symphonia

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