The Garden
In the secret garden
Carried by the breeze
Under bough and branch
Drifted through the trees
Hunger builds within
Fruit lies within sight
Alas, I cannot taste
For it is not ripe
“Wait a day my son
Upon that day, again
I will feed your heart
Never shall you fend
A father will provide
Even without love
Am I not much greater
To one called my beloved?
Shaken in its time
I will give to you
Each desire of your heart
I will follow through
Cherish all the waiting
Wine will grow with age
Here, within your grasp
The long awaited wage
Your work is good to me
I give to you my best
Long have you waited
You will be given rest
This fruit is sweet indeed
I know that it would be
I planted every one
That you would feast with me
Do not eat alone
I set a table and wait
I will always wait
Hoping you are late
I will not start alone
My son will come in time
When you have finally come
My sweetest bells will chime
In my garden always
Dancing in my eyes
Do not leave this place
Set to me, your face”
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