There is a garden

There is a garden,On a distant island, where,Glory died for peace.

Rocky, shapeless beach

Rocky, shapeless beach,Unbothered by tourists' gait,Left alone, in peace.

A single green leaf,Falls from the ancient maple,A lifetime to fall.

She lies, deep asleep,In a grave beneath the sea,Nestled in cold sand,While I, salt-faced and bereaved,Not brave enough to join her.

Lying in sunshine,Dozing with a book opened,Remote, Peaceful Sleep.

A wilted flower,Curls into soft earth gently,Becoming new soil.

'Neath the summer night,A thousand stars blink awake,Danse avec la vie.

She rises, ablaze,A lush and fecund garden,Before her bright gaze.

Heat attracts young ghosts,Shimmering dancers teasing,From your lips, a kiss.

Lanterns cast shadows,While trees rise with the morning,In dawn, a soft sigh.