Sweet scent <br />of rotten leaves <br />which linger, lonely, <br />upon dark paths. <br /> <br />Captured by moonlight <br />blackened roses <br />tempt the night <br />with their clotted perfume. <br /> <br />Grass glows emerald <br />in the face of the moon, <br />dew like onyx <br />rests upon blades <br />tempting insects <br />to drown in their droplets. <br /> <br />Withered daisies <br />beg for sunlight <br />but their golden cries <br />echo back into gloom <br />of a darkened garden <br />through which <br />I wander <br />wondering when <br />I'll be with you. <br /> <br />15/6/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-garden-i-dream-about/
