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The Garden
Contributed by
Steeleyes
on
Sunday, 8th December 2002 @ 02:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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In each heart
is a door
which in childhood
is well oiled,
finely fashioned
sunlit by day,
sweetly shadowed
by night
the path to the door
is clear and bright
that in childhood
is open wide
As years flow on
the wood
stained by time
is blocked by ivys all around
that hide the shining light
and the path less travelled
lies hidden
weed covered
Once in a time
you find your way
by accident of dream
you find a crack
where light still shines
through which you creep
and find within
A Garden
All time there
within its walls
is changed
and all paths blur
going who knows where
only a mind's eye
takes you there
where the light shines
in mystic rhythms
of sleep
Dreamy shadows cross
perfect lawns
where you played unknown
at dawn
and objects stand in perfect form
reflecting thoughts,
or dreams that were
In cool green groves
living in shaded summer
life drifts protected
by secret spells
cast by whispering boughs
Here worlds within worlds
live, grow and die unseen
dark secrets played out
in convoluted labyrinths
of mysterious purpose
that echo in our dreams
shown only by the smiles
of unrevealed passions
below minds light
that are to us
only symbols of what was,
a lighthouse, a sunset,
twin stars in an endless night
Tall conifers too
deep green and unfathomable dark
whisper in the aeolian wind
merging at senses end
with sounds of panpipes
at the edge of time
Wandering through deep grasses
we are caressed
by the bliss of forgetting,
in mazes of emotion lost
crying tears of joy and of pain
at the dying of the light
And in the distance
the turqouise days
of far off summers
glint from rock pools
on an endless coast
gazing at the far horizon
God's brow, unfurrowed
Sensing a reflection
at the corner of mind's eye
a flicker of presence
that sparkles eternal
you stop
and hear who you are
or were
or hoped for
In the days of youth
or in lost adulthood
or in dreams eternal
or at the moment of death
beckoning beyond the here
stands the door in your heart
to there
it stands open again
awakening the lost longing
of The Garden
The inner voice calls
to the ancient green place
where wandering
you feel to be dreaming
and believing all is new
so far is childhood gone
and remembrance faded
Through the ancient park
and the thousand paths
in reverie walking
you find the high plateau
where the sundial waits
beside a peaceful pool
Peering through a maze of dreams
at reflections drifting
seeing lost moments
of lifes passing
sunshine and clouds and sunrising
the life you spent is leaving
and the pool is peaceful once more
And touching God's sleeve
for anchor then
you glide through the pool
to a deeper dream
and swim then for an unseen shore
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Steeleyes
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2002-12-08 02:00:00]
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Re: The Garden
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by Jessica_Saini on
Wednesday, 11th December 2002 @ 12:52:54 PM AEST
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| Amazing. I was completely captivated. I'm looking forward to reading more of your poetry:-) |
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Re: The Garden
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by Steeleyes on
Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 06:49:06 PM AEST
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| Thank you very much Jessica. My pieces are rather varied - there are some soft and some rather hard. I'll try to post some more gentler ones just for you... :D |
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