I See a Garden

I see a garden, not faraway The rivers are melted gold The night is bright as a day, The winds not hot or cold, The grass is soft as a cloud I jump barefoot side by side With a multi-colored crowd: Angels: half-maze, half-guide. Yet, I slept a dreamless dream Under the rosy flowered tree Wondering if this could mean: If there is more in Eden to see. I parted from there afternoon Hoping to find what is amiss: A rosebud blooming soon Aroused by my candid kiss.