In the palm of my hand
Crystal garden
I’ve got it, I’ve found it
my garden seems crystal clear in my mind
it’s quiet, it’s fertile
a meadow with daisies blossoming
waterlilies are swinging their soft moistured hearts
in the fountain
I’m gardening, I’m planting in this place of my own
this is what I’m longing for
it’s pure, it’s honest
I close my eyes letting the mild air soothe me
gone, gone, gone are the stirrings of my mind
GONE!
it’s hazy, with moisture
my garden of crystal petals an buds
reflecting, absorbing, caressing
a breeze of velvet
gone are the stirrings of my mind
GONE!