Saturday, July 26, 2014


There is a part of the garden
Not even the dog has found
Secret, undiscovered terrain
And I shall never tell its location
At night its secret paths are lit
With the moonlight and lamps
Arias about starlight and loss
Float on the warm evening air
On scents of honeysuckle and freesia
And I am within Elvendom
Where love waits ever wanting