the Garden from ERGONOPOLY cultropolis by Stefan Jecusco

the soft light of the morning
distant waters sound
in the shade of the garden
on fertile ground
I can almost remember
what I've never known
on the breeze there was a voice
before the seeds were blown

in the eye of the storm
we'll take long slow sips
when you open up your eyes
and you touch my lips
in the unreal light
just after the rain
if only for this moment
we would live again


you can have all but what you want most
or that and nothing else
here is a sword to make to make you weep
even when the angels cry for mercy
"it's only right that you should grieve"

did I hear my name
what lured me became hateful
for such an accusation must be joined
by a confession
though you might need eyes to hear

where the oak lies fallen
by the riverside
dreams and warnings could never guide me through
another age
only love may pay the way across

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