Secret Gardens

….secret gardens in secret souls roses clung and clasp on brick walls, clasp into deep motives (Mideval I guess) someone is hugging a dark shadow light falls rainly downward and season´s cup filled to the brim I silently step on this heavenly green grass I have become someone, perhaps finally I am me And I am here waiting for the Knight´s meeting I have my sword, I own my dagger, and the pen is always the best weapon You expected us to be more polite But I cannot give you more than this, whatever is closest to intimate culture and back in the shadows, deeply hidden I still count every hour till your arrival