My Secret Garden

Seeds scattered in the garden of my mind, garden of my soul.
I cultivated it with words,
Sprouting, it emerged, thick and abundant
Each flower a dream of love,
Each vine a dream of adventure.
I let myself escape to it, I lost myself in it.
My secret garden.

Then came the day when I chose.
I chose to blot out the sun,
to close my heart to my dreams,
Ushering in the winter chills,
No longer a blooming wonderland.
I thought it necessary to forget,
My secret garden.

But no more.
What have we if we have no dreams?
For winter is constant around us.
The frigid world, our once friends now retreating,
Our laughter quickly fleeting.
My words cannot describe it.
Futile and delicate,
Breakable.
I retreat into
My secret garden.

by moonlightmage
posted on 03/02/2008