In The Garden

In The Garden

In the garden where she sit
All things outside seem fraudulent 
She is not aware, or does not care
About the world beyond, an ocean of despair
In the garden waters flows magnificently
And beautiful flowers bloom magically
She sit by the fountain, and plays with the Fay 
And only worries about how short the day
When the moon takes notice
She lays out on a bed of roses
She knows no danger, is unaware of any fear
She has never felt pain, or shed a single tear 
She's kept warm, and safe and in color, like a work of art 
Deep in the labyrinth maze
In the garden at the center of my heart

By LukeCoomer (c)