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In the Green Garden
~~~{In the Green Garden}~~~
In the green garden I walked alone, and heard a morning dove...
Past the rose bush I wandered, wondering, dreaming of true love.
Through the labyrinth of hedges tall, that formed above my head,
Past the fountains filled with petals fallen from the roses blood red.
All around that delightful place, I paced as one asleep might do...
Praying to the Goddess that my foolish mortal dreams come true.
Unselfish in my spirit, I have given of my very self to those in need,
Now, in the sacred places I roam, of which in past times I did read.
Unto the very bosom of the Mother have I come, a child lost in time!
To still waters that sparkle with the sun near forests tall, sublime.
Where shall I wander in search of her, the maiden I dream of still?
If only her face I could behold, then gone forever be winter's chill!
How many gardens have I seen, how many wonders witnessed I?
How oft so near to Heaven did I stand, only to just come that nigh!
In whose arms shall my paradise be found, in what warm embrace?
If only I could hear her voice at last, if only I could behold her face!
Where is the maiden that I seek, for the Mother's comfort passes...
As time goes on and loneliness descends always upon the masses!
I am one crusader of the light, in search of a light more brilliant yet,
I have walked 'neath moon and 'neath the sun, without any regret.
My hand grows cold; who shall warm it with her touch I do wonder,
Whilst my feet journey onward, knowing not the way ever yonder?
Past masters have not known the truths that I have come to feel,
For I have mastered truths within, and seen beyond the inner seal.
Who shall know me as of old, and share the throne that lies vacant,
At the side of mine own, near where the roses cast their fair scent?
I watch them fade, weeping, and I curse the burdens of this world,
That make any soul a solitary wanderer, a sailor with sails unfurled!
My craft sets sail and none there are to see with me the setting sun,
Against the rosy sky of afternoon, whilst soon another day is begun.
So many islands in the ocean and so many ports at which I must call,
They bore me with their earthly splendors, for I have seen them all.
Only a maiden's sparkling eyes, can warm the cold of these waters,
Who shall show me this glory now, who among all Man's daughters?
In the green garden, I shall pray as no mortal has prayed before...
Again, I prepare to set out on the sea; I dare to hope, once more!
In the green garden I walked alone, and heard a morning dove...
Past the rose bush I wandered, wondering, dreaming of true love.
Through the labyrinth of hedges tall, that formed above my head,
Past the fountains filled with petals fallen from the roses blood red.
All around that delightful place, I paced as one asleep might do...
Praying to the Goddess that my foolish mortal dreams come true.
Unselfish in my spirit, I have given of my very self to those in need,
Now, in the sacred places I roam, of which in past times I did read.
Unto the very bosom of the Mother have I come, a child lost in time!
To still waters that sparkle with the sun near forests tall, sublime.
Where shall I wander in search of her, the maiden I dream of still?
If only her face I could behold, then gone forever be winter's chill!
How many gardens have I seen, how many wonders witnessed I?
How oft so near to Heaven did I stand, only to just come that nigh!
In whose arms shall my paradise be found, in what warm embrace?
If only I could hear her voice at last, if only I could behold her face!
Where is the maiden that I seek, for the Mother's comfort passes...
As time goes on and loneliness descends always upon the masses!
I am one crusader of the light, in search of a light more brilliant yet,
I have walked 'neath moon and 'neath the sun, without any regret.
My hand grows cold; who shall warm it with her touch I do wonder,
Whilst my feet journey onward, knowing not the way ever yonder?
Past masters have not known the truths that I have come to feel,
For I have mastered truths within, and seen beyond the inner seal.
Who shall know me as of old, and share the throne that lies vacant,
At the side of mine own, near where the roses cast their fair scent?
I watch them fade, weeping, and I curse the burdens of this world,
That make any soul a solitary wanderer, a sailor with sails unfurled!
My craft sets sail and none there are to see with me the setting sun,
Against the rosy sky of afternoon, whilst soon another day is begun.
So many islands in the ocean and so many ports at which I must call,
They bore me with their earthly splendors, for I have seen them all.
Only a maiden's sparkling eyes, can warm the cold of these waters,
Who shall show me this glory now, who among all Man's daughters?
In the green garden, I shall pray as no mortal has prayed before...
Again, I prepare to set out on the sea; I dare to hope, once more!
Published 3rd Jul 2015
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4th Jul 2015 8:03am
6th Jul 2015 4:26am
You know me, Zoey! Vivid is how I always strive to write. Longing is a very powerful sensation, and when one is longing for love that makes the longing even more intense. I am glad you liked my poem, hon! Thanks so much for the lovely comment. :D
16th Jul 2015 4:41am
"Vivid poem of longing" indeed! I agree with Zoeygirl. This is a very passionate poem, Jessica. One in which I can say that I enjoyed reading immensely. I would say it is sorrowful, not knowing where or who your love is.
"In whose arms shall my paradise be found, in what warm embrace?
If only I could hear her voice at last, if only I could behold her face! "
I just love those lines. Wanting to finally see and hear your one and only. You have no idea who she is or what she looks like. Your only desire is to finally know. You crave love and you wish to finally see it. I think we can all understand that. Never give up hope!
"In whose arms shall my paradise be found, in what warm embrace?
If only I could hear her voice at last, if only I could behold her face! "
I just love those lines. Wanting to finally see and hear your one and only. You have no idea who she is or what she looks like. Your only desire is to finally know. You crave love and you wish to finally see it. I think we can all understand that. Never give up hope!
16th Jul 2015 7:36am
I am delighted to read your comment on my poem, Jessica! Yes, Zoey really did hit the nail on the head well when she described the general idea of these verses as a vivid poem about longing. And you picked a wonderful segment to quote too! Those two lines sum up so much of what I felt when I penned this, and what I was trying to convey through simple words. So glad you loved those lines! Like Zoey, you have a very keen understanding of the way my heart was feeling when I created those lines, and indeed the poem in its’ entirety… the seeking of my very soul mate, whilst not knowing who it is I am seeking thereby. Such a thing is never an easy undertaking… but fear not! I have never given up on it, nor shall I. Love is one of those things in life that is so much a part of me that I have no doubt that I could not give up on it even if someone told me I had to. There is always light and hope, and endless possibilities, after all! :)
