The Garden
The sky dark grey a rain bearing a nervous chill fell from the sky , And I stood before it strong and brave while unsure inside, Could this clearing that I seek exist, shall I find the rainbow of my senses in your branches. I taste the apple red with passion. And find it quenches my hunger leaving me content. I taste the berry blue with calm, As it soothes my manner and stills the rush of chaotic thought. I taste the orange aglow with warmth, lifts me from the cold embrace of the uncertain, I taste the grape purple with substance, finding a sense of comfort in her unique character. I taste the banana yellow of kindred, and rejoice in fact that I shall never walk alone, I taste the lime green with envy, the bitter bite of wonder how one would not tend the balance of the garden. So I stand against the driving rain of my doubts and preconceptions, for this garden is fresh not wrought with the ash of failed harvest. Her branches are inviting calling me ever closer. For as the skys brighten the rain of chill succumbs to the warm sun she kisses my brow. Assuring me that I shall reach the clearing which draws ever closer. And I know there I will find her branches open to me. As I find the warm shelter for my dream, I shall never falter in the tending of our garden.
2006-10-21
17:20:41
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