The Secret Garden

On this night,
she dreams of an old friend,

Whispering of a place beyond time.
Eden in Spring where
Day and night dance in unison,
The flowers bloom, bright, vivid,
and the animals live in the forests,
lakes and rivers and sea
unharmed and thriving

The Secret Garden exists, he reassured her,
We must seek at every opportunity,
Only the faithful will be admitted through its gates.

She laughed at his story,
She called him a fool and told him to grow up
Face the world for what it was,
A bitter place of violence, death, deception and fear.

The years past swiftly
and the two lovers went separate ways-

His destiny lead him to art
expressing his idealistic dreams,
in sculpture and image;
He found solace in his craft
bring a bit of the Secret Garden
into the world.

Her life was a journey of no direction,
Drifting, Asleep, Tormented,
She complains about the world's problems,
but takes no action,
Vainly, she conforms to others' expectations,
Going through the motions,
Breaking apart.

In the garden,
No one can deny their inner truth.
He sees her across a crowded street
years later,
Watching her strength and potential
Shine through her confused eyes.
He turns away and prays-
Search on!

She awakens to a bleeping alarm clock,
The sky is dark with light is filtering through the Eastern sky,
She gasps as her soul expands inside her,
Bursting at the seams
Breaking through a dense fog of depression
Rising to the surface

She is at the crossroads.
Will she claim her fate?
Will they meet again?
The truth is found in the garden.