In the garden

No bird offers up a cheery tune

No cricket chirps

Or hops around my toes

Instead, the peacock utters it's mournful cry.

And I shudder to think

Of what has brought this desolation

What has happened here

And is this worse yet to come

A single chair stands

In the middle of this destruction

Unharmed by unseen perils

And the evils of this modern world

It is a paradox

How could anything survive

And be so pure

How does one so meek

Touch the fire and not burn

How does a tiny ray of light

Reach what is so far gone

But alas,

The chair stands in the end

Offering shelter from Hell on earth

And promises a chance to start anew

And live forever...

Have you found you chair

"Tell Me"

Sweet love

When you're near

I hear you breathing in my ear

And I feel your arms around me

As you lie there asleep

I look at you and I see

You look so peaceful in your dream world

What do you dream of my dear

Do you dream of you and me

Running through the fields

Where daffodils and lavender bloom

Swaying in the wind

Do we fall to the ground in each others arms

Whispering of our future

And forgetting our past

Or do we dream at all

Is your sleep riddled with blank pages

Waiting to be written on by the goddess of dreams

Or by the fairies with their tiny paintbrushes of thistle

What do you dream of my love

In that far away Elysium of your mind

Do you feast on Ambrosia

And sip on fine wines on the mount of Olympus

Tell me