back to the Short Story Page.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
To hide my tears I cry for you.
The garden of beauty is filled with flowers,
Yet the skies above threaten showers.
Gently the butterflies glide and flutter,
On a cool breeze that makes me shutter.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
Hoping to discover love anew.
The birds in the tree sing a song of joy,
While the clouds above prepare to destroy.
The mockingbird sings his songs of happiness.
The mourning dove announces my loneliness.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
Searching for a love that's true.
The bees swarm and gather their pollen,
But the clouds above: Dark and Swollen.
On the path ahead, there is a fair maiden,
But I bear a heart that's heavy-laden.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
Hiding a soul that's bitter and blue.
I can smell her sweet perfume fragrance;
As the lightning strikes in the distance.
She turns and motions for me to approach,
Yet my conscience tells me not to encroach.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
Looking for a love I once knew.
The beauty of the maiden gives me hope for love:
As the dark clouds began to weep from above.
Gracefully she runs to be held in my arms,
While I look ahead and cry out in alarm.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
Crying again at the loss of you.
Just seconds away from a loving caress,
The luminous storm releases its distress.
Her sweet fragrance, that of a newly bloomed rose,
Have all but vanished with the winds that arose.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
Weeping of love lost so new.
The skies are clear above the garden of delight,
Yet at my feet is a ghastly, gruesome sight.
Once she was graceful and easy to admire,
Yet the storm destroyed my last desire.
I am walking in a garden of dew,
I've lost another, just like you.
back to the Short Story Page.