Garden of Secrets
Thoughts full of debating,
Spying from afar the tallest wall.
A mismatch of deliberating,
Could climb but oh, to risk the fall.
Back and forth turns to skipping, pacing
‘Round and around, still unsure.
Relief and Reassurance are embracing
Mercy is in a word, a cure.
One foot before the other
Approach this mirage carefully…
The gate is open with a bashful stutter,
Inviting with aromas of ardency.
Hands and hearts, between tulips and vines
Never before seen, uncovered discoveries,
Souls meet eyes and study intricate designs,
Eternity will hold these memories.
Losing oneself, finding another
The secrets are waiting to unfold,
Turn to words of elsewhere, rather
Far aways, is in a dream of gold.
© Bianca Greyvenstein