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| Wake me in the garden, for there shall be my bed Amid the lilies offering velvet petals for my head The ever sheltering rosebush lends my fragrant crimson sheet Coverlet of baby's breath lies ready at my feet Across the garden, music from the multifarious mum Sweet Williams softly rustle, harmonize with quiet hum Hyacinth stand watching like sentries on each side While morning glory vespers and the dawning coincide Dewdrops weeping from the pampas travel in the breeze To wash my face and leave the scent of sweet anemones There, while my eyelids open from the passing night's repose The stars give way to daybreak; the gates of darkness close Flitting dreams escape me as I yawn and come aware Of my cordial sanctuary and all it has to share If there was no heaven when the throes of death appear I know that I have seen it when it let me slumber here |
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| Wake Me In The Garden |
| Published in Banks of the Little Miami Volume 5 http:4dw.net/milford63/PatLarsonVol5.html |