Garden of the Heart and Soul

Garden of the Heart and Soul 

. . . by Harlon Rivers

There is a place where love grows

In the garden of my soul

There is a place where light shines

In the oasis of a beautiful mind

The mind tends innately

To the spirit of the soul

In combination, all together in symmetry

They all have made a humble life whole

There is this place where love flows like a river

In the wellspring within my heart

Where raindrops quench a hallowed thirst

Bequeathed by loves gentle tears befall heaven's rain

They stream , cascade a nourishing mist

Refreshing the garden and all it’s vibrant botanical soul

The rhythm the heartbeat of the universe

Manifest the pulse, the pace, the harmony,

This peaceful verve inside an earthly vessel’s whole

There is a soulspring uprising

The garden of a human heart

Surrounded by season’s a plethora of amazing grace

Daphne’s fragrance in late winter,

Crimson roses bloom enrich spring provenance

Gardena’s pungent alluring aroma sings

White orchids throughout all heart’s ripen sighs

Lilly of the Valley’s sweeten bouquet stirs the night

Awakening the slumbering stillness unto delight

There is a thorn tree in the garden ,

Thistles from fear and doubt’s shadowed reign

The seeds were sown in lovelorn dimness ,

Scattered recklessly, carelessly strewn astray

Penetrating barbs pang a misbegotten memories’ ache

Pricked punctures assuaged hidden deep within the soul

Wilted dried flowers lament the way

Moonbeams once glistened heirloom petals

Nature’s healing balm flourishing life when decomposed

There is a time when autumn compass culminates

When the leaves shall waft and web

There comes a moment with waning breath

Within the garden of the soul

The setting sun will diminish entwine the dusk

When a beautiful mind will no longer shine

As natural as the circle of life sustaining growth

The time for going home

Who will tend this universe garden ?

From beginning without end ?

When darkness befalls into dormant repose

Will  gardener’s inherent rays of hope radiate new life ?

Into the winter tide’s starlit heaven’s skies ?

Who will harvest eternal love sown ?

Love cultivated in this Eden paradise

Was ne’r mine to hold

The soul of this grateful seasoned gardener

Soars eternally higher , fly free beyond the bounds ,

Uplifted by the wings of love ...

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... an additional new poem written and published May 18th, 2014

" To the bird on a wire with song " 
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by harlon rivers

http://melancholyrivers.blogspot.com/2014/05/to-bird-on-wire-with-song.html