The Secret Garden

There’s only one thought that will exist here.
Bliss.

My bro­ken heart will mend.

I can sit here for­ever.
Enjoy the peace that was cre­ated from my thoughts.
A place that can exist only in my mem­ory
My dreams.

The grass is the summer’s green.
The sky is a pale baby blue.
Trees line the par­adise but are scat­tered.
Garbage doesn’t exist.
And trails branch off all over the garden.

A soft breeze blows through my hair.
Giv­ing an inno­cent, clean feel.
The clouds pass and the weather becomes over­cast.
And the sun will make another attempt to come out again.

A sin­gle foun­tain lies at the cen­ter of the gar­den.
Water in canals runs off in many direc­tions.
But it always runs free.
Like it’s reach­ing towards a dream.

Flow­ers cross the fields.
Take a rose from the nearby bush.
The thorns don’t hurt.
Because my desire will be to hand it to some­one.
The thorns dis­ap­pear to grant that wish.

Ani­mals of all kinds cross the fields.
Some stop to smell the flow­ers.
Some will approach me, know­ing that I mean no harm.
Some fly towards the set­ting sun.
Some will come out when the sun goes down.

Night falls upon the gar­den.
Owls hoot.
The water slowly con­tin­ues to cas­cade.
The clouds clear.
And the moon shines its light upon the gar­den.
Stars twin­kle.
A shoot­ing star, a sin­gle white line
Cuts through the dark­ness.
So make a wish.

Yet this par­adise is still miss­ing one thing.
That spe­cial some­one to share it with.
And that’s what I wish for every night.
Know­ing that one day,
My dream will come true at last.

• Photo by vgm8383 / Used with Per­mis­sion