The Garden Of The Heart’s Desire


The Garden Of The Heart’s Desire

There is a shattering silence

A melancholy refrain

And I hear it mocking me

I lift my head

And turn away

It still haunts me

All this pain

In the farthest reaches

Of my soul

Peace is a distant rapture

That I clutch at

Like a memory

A silken thread

That is hard to grasp

But once in hand

Like a spring stream

With the melting of the snows

It slowly grows

There is a still, reflective silence

And a sunrise song of birds

Without a source

I sense a slow, still, centre

Growing deep within

I feel the roses

Lifting their faces to the sun

And shyly, revealing their hearts

To the waiting sky

I hear your voice

Deep inside me

In this tranquil dawn

There are long seconds

Where love

Makes each quiet moment

An eternity

And tends the garden

Of the heart’s desire

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2015.

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Image: © Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2015.

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