THE GARDEN OF LOVE

With wavering heart, I plead to enter thee
Away from the noises of the cities around me.

In the darkest spot of the garden, let me sit
Where bats and owls in their labour will flit.

In the dark, let me train my gaze
As a sphinx at the gateway of Grace.

Let me take your kiss upon my brow
That every second, I may remember my vow.

Do not entreat my hope to flee away
For I have come with deep passion to pray.

In my parting to the cities full of hustle
Let the silence of the garden soothe my bustle.

When the world about me is up in flames
Let me have courage to accept my share of blames.

In the days of winter when the sky sheds tears
And icy climes abound; cloack me up with stout wears.

In the misery of folly, let me retreat to the garden of love
And beneath the clinging trees,
takes again the kiss of dove.

If the sun sets at noon, as it will surely set some day
Let my light dispels darkness; guide my flight to the bay.