Inspired by the book and movie, "The Secret Garden"...

Yes, I am still here-you can hear me breathe through the mass of ivy that covers the garden wall and the gate you have locked to your heart

Do you smell the roses? They bloom in your mind inspite of the thorns that pierce your soul my sorrowful love, find the key and come into life

Our memory was carved into the wooden swing that sways in the northeaster-
the stormy wind that wanders and won't find a home

But it visits here and takes shape in the swirling leaves and moves the swaying trees to sighing-a brood of clouds sting tears for lack of spring

It is always spring in my manifestation as I'm a phantom in ivory organdy and lace fading in the grey light-but brilliant white in your dreams from which there is no escape

The robin is a happy harbinger-he sings of hope yet birthed in the empty nested trees and tightly budded branches if you would but hear the pensive strains

Our love lives in the children we have borne that give birth to new tomorrows-do not shut the sun from their sight, open the shutters and bathe their faces with healing tears...