Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping willows;
Harmonious songs of siren dreams
Whisper from lazily gentle streams -
Just out of my fingertip's reach.
Flowers bloom with beauty so profound
One might mistake the sacred ground
For an artistic soul's masterpiece -
A place where my heart longs to be
One where I can be divinely free.
The emerald grass and ochre dirt below
Radiate strength back into my bones
As I fall to my knees and beg for guidance,
Lost between two worlds, strangled by defiance,
Willing the heart and mind into a soft alliance.
The grove before me, illuminated by moonlight,
Decorated with the splendor and essence of starshine,
Glistens and winks so entirely lovingly
As a ghost of a smile resurrects from decayed whimsy -
My time will come, but I must stay, I must wait, patiently.
