The Garden Near The Sea
Pray, be still, have I found it here
The place where sweet innocence often reappears
Your sacred flowers alive along the promontory
I sit in silent sanctity, in 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 inĀ yourĀ 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
Tony Taylor
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You paint such a wondrous and inviting picture of this arboreal sanctum sanctorum, clouded in the haze of sea-spray and perfumed in wisps of "organic magic".
Heady and enticing.
J ;)
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