Hyacinth garden

my sweet child, where is there

how do I get there from here

you never let me know

there, where muted suns in distorted skies

share my mysterious enchantments

there, with your inspired visions

as they seek me

child, think how lovely to go there

and advocate, fascination

     there, only there

everything is beautiful

there, you would speak to my soul

there enlightened, by your sweet pure lips

but I am  here, where my sensuality is glossed by years of frustration

there, I am abundant and calm

there, the evening’s moon adorns the city landscapes

there, the rivers are shown, within sparkling lily-white blue ripples

while our creation falls nescient in a light warm afterglow

that satisfies our desire,

a desire that comes from being there

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