Garden Of Secret Love
© Surazeus
2025 04 08

Though you are not always right by my side
you are always near me within my heart
faithful as the moon I cannot always see,
for you come and go, weaving through my days,
in phases of nearness that wax and wane,
tugging with love at the sea of my heart.

Though you are sometimes near invisible,
you are everywhere I go in this world,
dependable as the mountain of truth
that supports my journey to be myself,
secure as the air that inspires my heart
with empathy for every living soul.

I cannot always clearly see your face
and I wait anxiously, thinking of you,
but I feel warmth of your attentive love
bright as the sun that shimmers in the sky,
so I imagine you are watching me
with careful concern of the Guardian.

Light gleaming in leaves on lattice of limbs,
and tracing timeless visions of far lands
through quiet curtains on clean painted wall,
luminates faceless shadow of your soul
to assert confirmation of our bonds
so I dance with your absence as the ghost.

I sail boat of my heart with cautious hope
on lake of free-floating anxiety
to fish for secret monsters of the heart
so I can roast despair on flames of faith,
then feed the people of my family
who watch me cook with eyes of hungry hope.

The greenfinch on the branch of loyal trust
explains to me where you are at these days,
describing how you wrestle with despair
and walk with courage on the jagged air
to bring redemption in your open hands
so we can understand chaos of fate.

Ache of nostalgia for the wordless past,
that conjures from ancestral memories
emotional vibe of energetic love,
frames this bleak timeless hour of loneliness
with vibrant beauty of your absent soul
as my brain beams your ghost to haunt my heart.

Overwhelmed by pleasure that you exist
more than your ghost my brain designs with love,
I cherish every memory of our times
together walking hand in hand with hope
since we escaped mad paradise we lost
to build our own garden of secret love.

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Orpheus returns with basket of fish he roasts while Ophelia sings heart-aching song about how much she misses him when he is gone fishing.

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