Garden of Heart

My garden of blackened leaves
Do greet the dawn of midnight
Red rain fell hard around us
To drown the earth in splendor
So borne are rivulets flowing
Feeding splendid vines so ripe
Tasted the wine so sweet and red
Turned sick and sorrowed like oil inside
Left me here dying in my plight
Salvation to my heart, it was you
Once love seemed pure and blooming true
Turned rotten and crusty brown with decay
Fooled as if by midday sun
Dark clouds rolling fast entreat
The poet, you were fair with words
Pied piper singing sweet songs to heaven
Now nothing left but moistened eyes
Never drying, ever dying me
Breaking chains to this tree called you
I surrender in release of denial
Knowing sure I shall ever be free
Alone in the garden of my night
Until the dawn in fierce delight
Turns blackened leaves to red

Written in 2001.