Garden

Let me tender the buds in your garden: The lonely rose or the twin day’s eyes Or play with the golden everlasting stirred by the warmth of early sunrays, I lay and rest on the grassy meadow maybe shadowed by a swift cascade or just by gentle kisses from a bloom while the ruby moon and the stars fade. I will wander between three branches And draw in a bark a heart and an arrow With two names tangled like wild vine, Until I reach the garden’s green marrow To drink with you the sweet dewdrop In a veiled blossom from heaven’s crop.