The Promised Garden

“come into my garden” at dusk she whispers
fervent twilight prayers moves tenderly
through gates of steel takes his hand in hers

upon smooth stones with bare feet tread
softly down perfumed paths amongst
blossoms radiant white glowing crimson red

“would you choose one?” she bids him seek
fingers graze silken petals growing blush
dew drop tear bejewels her wondering cheek

chosen rose he longs to hold her gently clasps
whence pierced by beauties thorns withdraws
open palm from stabbing pain involuntarily gasps

doleful gaze beckons he follow further still
beyond the bed of roses into orchards fair
wiser for his wounds yet she captivates his will

beneath the weighted boughs of fruit abundant sweet
branches break with harvest ripe remaining out of reach
stirs desire to pluck and taste what neither dares to eat

in fullness life expectancy “is it good?” she breathes
nectar from her lips first kiss his heart lies siege
allure of joy transcendent hunger intrigues.

sudden ache as he recalls the garden of the first
where banished two shared fruit forbidden and he toils
for it is written “all your days the ground is cursed”

darkness falls covers all with the shade of night
song of dove floats on chill breeze trembling damp
blades of dew drenched grass shine in pale moonlight

naught shall be their reprieve from heat of fiery needs
her rescue and his burning thirst drive them to the deep
heart of secret gardens to a cistern where she pleads

“will you remove this seal?” haunting pools in her eyes
douse pride with task he should not risk
from covered well echoes sound of distant child’s cries.

wavers he upon that place casting glance toward open gate
to break the seal might save the child mourning in the pit
thirst once slaked the stone removed would seal his fate

“for beauty would I bleed and mystery never cease
to labor though my life in ardent sweat be steeped
nor from this battle shall I flee while tears ravage thy peace

should I open now this well to save what’s lost
my thirst abated therein would be forever spent
what would you that I do at such a grievous cost?

for lest our love in Eden grew it simply can not be
that blood sweat nor tears would end
nor set the garden of thy heart from thorns and toil free”

“many years I’ve wandered in this garden questioning
was this place not glorious and worthy of inhabiting
asked I not for anyone to banish pain or solace bring

others too have come and gone their absence still I grieve
‘twas not from thorns sweat of brow or battle fierce they fled
but when strength proved not enough did they make haste to leave

love grows roses without thorns gives to eat from any tree
fountains burst with life and we shall thirst no more
love not strength brings this to pass – will you stay with me?

The Promised Garden

Dawne Olson

Vermillion, United States

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