Our Secret Garden
            by Sarah Elizabeth Hume


    The fields parted that day
    allowing an amber path that flowed in rippled waves.
    And at the end I saw a candle,
    it's flame hung like tiny lanterns upon the surface of
    your skin.
    To me you glowed like open sky,
    killing the slightest shade of night upon my face.
    All shadows run from one so brilliant
    and melancholy simply cannot exist.


    You have taken from me the empty gray that loomed 
    across,
    like a veil of woven gossamer
    which hid my face so no one could see that my eyes held
    blue.
    And when I was released so to was an ocean
    which you found by a mere glance into my swollen iris.
    For I am fluid like the rain or sea,
    I am easily moved and seep deeply within.

    It took a simple grazing of my flesh,
    a mere touch of hand to hand
    for the seed you planted to flourish
    and together we wove a garden on a spindle of water and
    light,
    surpassing the most treasured flora
    and turning sweet cherry blossoms into bitter, unwed, 
    maids.
   
    The air is filled with the balm of summer
    and perfume rides richly upon it.
    A wall of stone has been forged
    and others shall be disregarded,
    when we are hidden safely away
    within our secret garden.

   And love, my only love,
   I wish to bask here forever.