Things Inside ( Archived) (5)

I live in a garden, inside a wood,
The sounds of birds, and smells of pine,
The babbling brook tells me a secret,
Nobody else in the world knows.
These things inside, I would like to share
But nobody seems to really care.
I'm too deep, she said to me, I cant fathom
The places you go, when nobody knows,
The dreamland wonderworld caught in your eye.

And I knew, she wasn't long with me,
Vision is needed, and a soul that is free.
I'm a world unto itself, bees are busy,
And I'm slowly getting dizzy
Over and over, trying to explain,
There is no loss here, thus there's no gain.
But even inside this secret world,
Change comes, and my soul is curled,
Protective, around a defenseless baby cat,
As a dog runs by, chasing a fat evil rat.

Darkness comes, and crickets are heard,
A violet fragrance comes from the sward,
And I'm reminded that I am my own reward.
And those who don't understand this place,
Are the ones who cannot see my grace,
Thus evicted, as I predicted, from my heart,
They take great pains to explain that I'm a joke,
I hope when death comes on dreams they choke.

TET

Your talent knows no bounds...



Many thanks.

Hi, Dave...