The Savage Garden.

Behold paradise!
the savage garden.
removed from all pain and suffering
it waits beyond the reflection
suspended in an endless sea of stars
canst thou break true? verily, yes thou becometh the reflection!
cold stone upon thy feet, and the air is cool and sweet
listen to the laughter, its taste is joy
now look!
behold the garden in its timeless existence, perfect
flowered trees of pleasant perfume
trapped in endless bloom
golden rays of sun caress your body in warmth
go now, walk upon the path to the fountain
its sidewalk is of white marble
framed in alabaster archways
morning glory climeth there upon
turning its face to the sunrise in ecstasy
now you are here
upon the sanctuary courtyard
there is the fountain of time
do you see him as he makes ripples in reality?
it is the child of the garden
a vessel of innocence
it is his garden
dust thou know now?
look above you
what do you see?