Garden
Let me tender the buds in your garden:
The lonely rose or the twin day’s eyes
Or play with the golden everlasting
stirred by the warmth of early sunrays,
I lay and rest on the grassy meadow
maybe shadowed by a swift cascade
or just by gentle kisses from a bloom
while the ruby moon and the stars fade.
I will wander between three branches
And draw in a bark a heart and an arrow
With two names tangled like wild vine,
Until I reach the garden’s green marrow
To drink with you the sweet dewdrop
In a veiled blossom from heaven’s crop.
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