The Garden Near The Sea

To weave the madrigals of sweet repose
Brings joy to the voices that sing what I dare compose
You're a muse that cleanses while canticles spray from the sea
I bathe in your scented beauty, I find it so inspiring

How can such a place exist without being overrun
Perhaps your organic magic doesn't work for everyone
But somehow my essence changes, simply by entering
Down the stone path, to the marble bench and memory swing

Where the cruelties of the world do gently slip away
No light, nor color, was ever seen like here at heaven's gate
To the augury created, so deep inside of me
Which only happens while reflecting in the garden near the sea