When nights array, shines past the window pane,
I sit and wait for the midnight rain.
Before the shower begins, I fall into deep comatose,
Falling and flying into the dark and watch the night, my soul to diagnose.
Deep within the psyche of me, I find a door,
I have reached my center, the very entrance to my core.
I am curious to look inside myself, to see the bad and the good,
To open up, to all I have misunderstood.
It opens to my touch and inside the sent of roses pierces me.
A garden overgrown with worry.
I enter and frown at all the weeds I've let in,
I have kept it all deep within.
Tears fall down as I cry the words I never said,
I scream the thoughts I kept inside my head.
All my pain comes out upon the dirt under my feet,
All the lies and sadness, so bittersweet.
I finally end without a word to be spoken,
All the bad memories now shattered and broken.
I look to the door and think of the things I've always had.
My family and friends, my home and my bed, through the good and the bad.
Slowly all the weeds of worry, the thistle of lies all vanished,
All the dark and violence banished.
I watch the roses grow, lilies bloom,
I smell the lavenders sweet perfume.
I wander to the nearest tree to climb and find some words in it's bark.
"Hortus autem Mea Mens." the word send me smiling away the dark.
If these words have affected you, then there is hope still left for humankind.
The night is long but i can wait, in the garden of my mind.