The garden seemed enormous and elaborate
In its beauty that day.
Winter was gone. No wind moaned through the trees,
No trace of a breeze to disturb a leaf, while
Overhead a songbird sang and urged me to sit, to listen
Beneath a sun – so brilliant
It made every living thing delirious, and
Yet bees still found doorways through the petals
To drink sweet nectar from the flower cups.
And I could hear friends whisper in a place
Somewhere beyond the iron gates as
Rhythms of music licked the air.
I watched you lie in the lush, bare grass
Beneath your body the buttercups and golden dandelions
Lay, crushed and dazed: Though I know if I’d asked them
They would never have complained.
Your eyes were closed in sleep
Your arms folded, pillowing your head
And I wondered
If I was there,
In your dreams.