In the Garden of Love

Twilight in the garden of love
and I am walking alone
thinking of you
I wonder
is that you I glimpsed
in the deepening shadows
hiding among the flowers
or the lively topiaries
perhaps you are here
waiting for me
sitting on a stone bench
near a fountain
that glitters so in the moonlight
soon the songs of birds
will become the quiet conversations
of cricket or frog
they speak of hopes
of dreams that might be
as fireflies light my way
wandering here
in the gardens of love
and thinking of you

©Karen Damon 01/2004