The Forbidden Garden

In the land of the rising sun, lies a sacred garden, It has but one care taker, a maiden of mystery, Hidden beneath a mask of ivory white, And dressed In beautiful silken robes. Tall pillars shine, beneath the dawn's first rays Of light, kneeling in prayer, a beautiful ancient Mistress gives thanks, for another days worth of life. Appeased by her eternal devotion, heaven sends a Gentle rain shower of crimson cherry blossoms From above. Blessing this child of tradition, a rare Japanese rose, Grows here behind earthen temple walls, built thick, In these oriental gardens. So delicate a flower is she, in each qualities Perfection lies a singular petal, tenderly. Shinning in brilliance golden light. Admiration's ancestors smile, with honors pride, To behold thus creature of opulence’s graceful Design, purities magnificent porcelain angel, Known as the Geisha. Enchantment's seductress, casting mysteries Spell of the forbidden orient, upon the Unsuspecting out landers. With each exotic motion's movement, She the seducer, weaves a magical spell of Enchantment, until this stranger, completely Falls under passions web of intrigue. In isolation's paradise many souls are As prisoners of loves captivity, within this garden, Of greatest beauty and harmony. At sunsets melting into the distant horizon, A haunting melody is played, and sung, It is the Geisha's lullaby, a soft whispers, Good night to the sun, and welcoming the Lord of the night, to peacefully enter, her sacred Gardens enchanted realm. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN