Feb 2019
The Magical garden of life
I stand around and look at a far distant land of mystery with desire and walk towards a gate overlooking the hills high into the summer sky above my shoulders. A lady appears and calls me gestures to me with her hand drawing me closer to the gate of mystery and suprise l follow her through this golden coloured gate which reaches high into the summer sky and find a land of beauty enchated forest with rivers flowing down a step passage and flowers and light grows everywhere.
The lady stands and looks at me her posture look strange like a ghost like figure wearing clothing from the past of yesteryear. I reach out to touch her hand and my hand passes through her body and she smiles at me and slowly turns towards a wall near the the garden entrance and disapears from my sight like the ghost of despair and into a distant new land . I turn round and walk back into the beauty of this new found garden forest and wash my eyes with the water dripping down from the waterfall behind me .
I suddeny feel a sharp nudge in the corner of my back and l slowly turn around with fear in my body and the tears of sweat pour into my eyes the ghost lady has come back into my path she stands over me holding her outstreched hands protecting me in this beautiful garden of pleasure. I stand a gaze at the magnificent land and relax my body because l have found the true passion of life a beauty lost to life and a dream l never thought l would find.
written and produced by wayne mockler
copyright ownership wayne mockler
I stand around and look at a far distant land of mystery with desire and walk towards a gate overlooking the hills high into the summer sky above my shoulders. A lady appears and calls me gestures to me with her hand drawing me closer to the gate of mystery and suprise l follow her through this golden coloured gate which reaches high into the summer sky and find a land of beauty enchated forest with rivers flowing down a step passage and flowers and light grows everywhere.
The lady stands and looks at me her posture look strange like a ghost like figure wearing clothing from the past of yesteryear. I reach out to touch her hand and my hand passes through her body and she smiles at me and slowly turns towards a wall near the the garden entrance and disapears from my sight like the ghost of despair and into a distant new land . I turn round and walk back into the beauty of this new found garden forest and wash my eyes with the water dripping down from the waterfall behind me .
I suddeny feel a sharp nudge in the corner of my back and l slowly turn around with fear in my body and the tears of sweat pour into my eyes the ghost lady has come back into my path she stands over me holding her outstreched hands protecting me in this beautiful garden of pleasure. I stand a gaze at the magnificent land and relax my body because l have found the true passion of life a beauty lost to life and a dream l never thought l would find.
written and produced by wayne mockler
copyright ownership wayne mockler
