Alone In The Garden

Come what may, whatever will;
a kiss from your lips, I’ll never feel.
A visit to the garden, my private place;
surrounded by none, wounds to erase.

Where loneliness grows, to reap my sorrow;
filling a basket of despair, to sell tomorrow.
Sitting in silence, among the dust;
patiently waiting, for life to rust.

Although cloudy, there is no rain;
through the haze, responds my pain.
No shade from trees within, no roots to bind the soil;
nothing around at all, to show for my toil.

Falling to slumber, as approaches summer;
breaking the spell, that I have fallen under.
As I stand to leave, for I have my pardon;
it is only I, within my Empty Garden.

~greyeyesgabriel 2011