The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose Please tell me how your garden grows? I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much You are fragile and it shows Can I still call upon you? With no words ever spoken to you? And would you come to me? Could you hear me in a dream? Would you “sense” me if I came close, But not in sight of you eyes? Would you tempt me if giving up hope Could cleanse me of all the lies? I survive through a disguise Designed to hide my immortal light You will never see it For I am a chameleon Crawling through the ancient garden The (other) not known as Eden For it has no name to keep it safe Until light shines on this darkened place “April showers bring May flowers” And so your flower has not yet soured You still have the power to reverse your desires My white winter rose, will you grow any higher? Prosper or wither The choice is now yours Bound or severed I’ve done all I could