"Secret
Garden"
a poem of strength for my favorite
flower
violent and delicious
with every fiber
of your tortured being
feeding the vengeful anenomone fire
cradling the hyacinth
throwing tantrums for beauty
memories of lust
recalling night of
solitude and unhinged passion
doing the tango
with the windows closed
while Morning waits
begging to be taken
such a fragile lovely iris
wilting from the harshness
of the midday heat
how I long to be the rain
washing the jadedness of your
shattered heart away
but longing springs from
foolishness
and lightness follows dark
only time will heal
your battered soul
from the horridness you've fought
in the wings I wait patiently
with a promise on my tongue
I'm here with always open arms
to guard your makeshift house of
cards
shine a beam of moonlight
on your garden of lost faith
feed raspberries and whipped cream
to your starved and naked belief
01-15-99
© 1999 Amanda Steele