This is my secret garden.
It is very well hidden and only I have the key to the doorway that is to be found by me only,
Or is it even there for real?
and so off I go
and inside of me I tremble to think that such a place is there awaiting me
And now it is I that stands here in front of this jagged fence that sticks out from in front of a hollowed out log
And so inside of here I must beable to gain entrance to for I dearly need all that lies so inside of there
And into the keyhole I glide this my key
And instantly I am there
Inside of my secret garden
And lilies and larkspurs and hollyhocks are now dancing as to send out their very welcome and to make me feel at home,
But I am now standing shattered inside of me
for I wanted to make a wish upon my favorite flower the dandelion
But it is far past too late
For there are only those strands of what once was a blossom
And a rabbit now darts out in front of me and grabs it out of my hands
and I kneel down in the very grass and I start to cry,
For he has destroyed all that I came inside of here for
For what he took away from me were all dreams and wishes that once were spoken inside of that magical flower of long long ago.
jo.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
This is my secret garden.
It is very well hidden and only I have the key to the doorway that is to be found by me only,
Or is it even there for real?
and so off I go
and inside of me I tremble to think that such a place is there awaiting me
And now it is I that stands here in front of this jagged fence that sticks out from in front of a hollowed out log
And so inside of here I must beable to gain entrance to for I dearly need all that lies so inside of there
And into the keyhole I glide this my key
And instantly I am there
Inside of my secret garden
And lilies and larkspurs and hollyhocks are now dancing as to send out their very welcome and to make me feel at home,
But I am now standing shattered inside of me
for I wanted to make a wish upon my favorite flower the dandelion
But it is far past too late
For there are only those strands of what once was a blossom
And a rabbit now darts out in front of me and grabs it out of my hands
and I kneel down in the very grass and I start to cry,
For he has destroyed all that I came inside of here for
For what he took away from me were all dreams and wishes that once were spoken inside of that magical flower of long long ago.
jo.
