My Garden

Silent, dark and cold I am To the outside that knows not The glow within my shell Trembling with a secret And the immortal self, My interior self... I spill over sometimes Or leave gate ajar And feel you peeping in To my world-less garden Where I keep my flowers In vast array and alive... I water them far and wide As often as I like, The smell and feel of them Refresh my heart and mind With joy and pleasure That 's always genuine... Here lives the beating heart, Scented with emotion That breathes the freshest air With tender persuasion, The flowers bloom most fair, Peacefully and delicately... Everything seemed to be Magically arranged, The flowers enjoying The refreshing dew And the bright day Making itself be felt But something is missing: The smile and presence of you To make the whole day Complete and pleasing! ©All Rights Reserved-2012