Simple, timeless words
Ushered from your mind,
Decry this burning drive,
That rages through my kind.
Morality’s little sigh,
Caliginous, colloquial dreams,
Laded with vestibules
Of guilt it seems.

Still to sip the nectar
And hear the lover’s coo.
Oh, forbidden draught
Of sweet honeydew.
Ever my song singing,
That seared on my soul,
This hot, breathless curse,
The sad Gardener’s toll.

All through this dream,
Or so life we call,
The nightmarish effects,
Pangs of the fall,
I prowl the dusty verge
Just beyond the Gate,
And wait upon the Master
To liberate.

RJH