"A LA PORTE DU JARDIN"

"À la
porte du jardin"

I walk to you on crazy paving
through trellices rose red warm and inviting and  take you to me and hold you so close soul to  soul, for your music punctuates that of a song with the aroma of lilac wine,

and you my lost  remembered  sweet flower of days that have died,
you hold me suspended in the radiance of your beauty Cerebral.

You my  sunshine after the rain,
for  
on  autumn days i still meander down our broken path and through the garden gate,
and i "Dream"you are there as always ,

waiting
in  the same way singing your words of beauty and love devine , those whispered  words of honeydew only now in the wind that blows through our oak of broken dreams and written and resonate in the autumn breeze.