" THE GARDEN NEAR THE SEA "

Pray be still, have I found you here
Where sweet innocence so often reappears
Your sacred flowers alive along the promontory
I sit with silent sanctity, in the garden near the sea

To weave the madrigals of sweet repose
Brings joy to the voices who sing what we compose
You're a muse that cleanses, with spray from the sea
I bask in your scented beauty ~ still a mystery to me

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

Whereupon the cruelties of the world gently slip away
No white nor red was ever seen like here at the entryway
To the augury created deep inside of me
Which only occurs while reflecting
In "The Garden By The Sea"...

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)