• The Gardens Face the Road Home
  
  Walking home, swift as the wind,
  I pass the gardens of a friend
  who seems to wait on guard at her gate.
  
  Curious to unveil her mood,
  maybe taste that garden food,
  I greet her on that lovely lawn.
  
  Walking me through floral rows,
  she laughs as if the garden knows
  what she has brought to this sacred spot.
  
  Curious, how the wind and trees
  with softly soothing harmonies,
  would cause us to hold each other.
  
  Walking home, our day-light dims
  in smells of evening, romance swims.
  Beyond this night and it's farewell,
  I cherish how deep in love I fell.