A welcomed window invitation
to climb out of the dark attic room
to discover what you've always known
that you can step out of the gloom
A small garden lies there awaiting
it's the door which reflectes one's mind
and stepping stones which are leading
to the small portal that you will find.
Outside, an initialed bench is resting.
Waiting for the one palmed dove.
But there are just those distances
which don't allow a claim to love.
Now two people are feeling restless
praying their silent whisper in the wind.
If not you whom I can touch
is it the touch which we must rescind?
Close your eyes and rest for a while now,
behind you is waiting the garden's view:
with membrance of the scenting flowers;
with membrance of something you knew