I listen to your thoughts, <br />Like the wind in your garden <br />Roses wild in colors <br />Taking pigments from the earth; <br />A bouquet of flowers of fragrance so fine <br />Drunken with eyes like precious wine, <br />With name like yours of sweetness <br />Ever so new and fresh <br />As the wind on the garden walls behind. <br /> <br />Deception is thy name! <br />Deception, deception is thy game; <br />Returning from the wildest fantasy, <br />That once was a part of me. <br /> <br />The gate of the garden is now opened, <br />The seals of your thoughts are broken; <br />Neglect ion lies inside your walls <br />And sprouts of bouquet of flowers, <br />With name like yours of sweetness. <br />Ever so new and fresh <br />As the wind on the garden walls behind, <br />But who does now care or mind.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-listen-to-your-thoughts/
