The Garden

The night air is cool and collective, Running through my hair and face. Even when I’m with people, I feel alone In this cold blooded space. It’s like walking through a garden Of all your favorite foods, But none of which can substantiate For that one so special mood… That mood, that beautiful frame of mind. I only go there with you, And only you can make it unwind. I discovered a passion unlike any other And in my finding I opened a world, A world I did not know existed. I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you, Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart. This garden holds many beautiful things Many delightful pleasures, Many cold nights, Warm nights, Difficult frights, Ecstatic times and unsystematic times! But they mean nothing to me, While I’m alone… Walk with me through this garden.