In the Garden

I lost you,

somewhere in the garden,

where a path took a turn



There’s a tangle of roses entwined.

Some of them have dark thorns

that cling to your skirts

as you pass.


The paths are a tangle, a puzzle,

twisted around like a rope.

I can’t  undo or decipher them

but I heard a distant sound,

amongst all the songs of the birds,

the gentle play of a fountain.

I need to slake my thirst.


I am sure I will find you there.

I met you once by a river.

By water I’ll meet you again




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