My Hearts Garden

Crafts loves this is a mystery I see I didn’t know I suffer the same fate I too have a garden, mahogany Vines twist rocks onyx and alabaster Oaks and ember leaves in zeal flutter light Azure sky cast a mirror reflection below Teardrop in the serene meadow this day Ripples it all a sepulcher tomb gray I want to know beauty but lack the view My breast beat is this and this is charcoal I can’t write gardens like you, I lack hue That’s why this place is a cemetery