The Blue Garden

Where hushed prayers fall from lips of lovers

Where hand in hand, they learned to walk alone

Where our solitude of soul has lied uncovered

Where bitter truths from lips were groaned

In the garden of times past, your face I see

All chrysalis, all young, all old, yet unassailed 

By any hopeful word that comes from me.

I plead you dwell on what used to be so sweetly ours

And the thread that used to tie our trembling hands

A threat so great, so frightful that its powers

Nearly our love delivered to undying lands

Oh, but in reality and dream, you now resist my sight

Past lover, now phantom of uncertain shapes

I fear you’d walk from me into the night

While blaming me for all your sorry aches

I seek not to rekindle our past ties

Just absolution, and a word of a forgiving hue

But will you glimpse again into these eyes – 

And tell me, am I not me, and you not you?

Are these not the lips that kissed, the hands that clutched

The eyes that souls perceived?

These not the bodies that entwined, the hearts that touched

The two people who have grieved?

Am I not you, and you not me?

Are we not linked in time and space?

Two travellers that sailed the wine-dark sea

And on parting, will feel forever in this world displaced?

Are these not the eyes that wept to be apart?

The heads that still now ache?

These not the heartbeats that turned dark,

Since Distance their song did take?

My love, remember how attentively

Our faces we caressed

Remember that we were one entity –

Forgive, so we can let us rest.

This I would sing to you in the blue garden

And this I sing to you in dreams of bliss

It is my mind that’s been unburdened 

But it is still you I miss

Love is as old and terrible as the sky

And it is you I miss.