Enchanted Garden of Love
Michelle A. Bartley
May/26/1996
The door swung gently inward, as I stepped into a world,
Where all my dreams of happiness, magically unfurled.
The air was lightly scented with the fragrance of the blooms,
A garden sent from heaven,
With stairs to upper rooms.
I marveled at its beauty, was afraid to enter in,
For fear that I would damage all the beauty there within.
But something urged me onwards; someone called my name,
And I sensed that once I set foot in,
Things would never be the same.
The wind was slightly blowing as I carefully made my way,
To walk amidst the flowers which made their grand display.
An ever-tended meadow handled delicately with care,
In hopes that one would someday come,
And find it resting there.
The petals of the flowers, brushed lightly 'gainst my feet,
My heart cried out with rapture, in it's own pleasant defeat,
For everything I hoped for or dreamed that I would find,
Sprawled lovingly before me,
Engraved within my mind.
"How could this be?" I wondered, "Can all of this be real?"
This world with many promises and so much to reveal.
To the left there stood a forest, bearing fruit so firm and sweet,
Succulent and nourishing,
For those who chose to eat.
I reached my hand to take one, and held it to my lips,
The juices slowly trickled down upon my fingertips,
It's flavor sweet as honey, it's flesh a cool burst,
To take away the hunger,
To quench my ravenous thirst.
I made my way yet deeper with a certain sense of awe,
And stood in sheer amazement at everything I saw,
Before me stood a stairway extending to the sky,
Protected by two angels,
Who would not let me by.
"Who are you?" I questioned, "What is it I should do?"
As they motioned to a fountainhead, that just came into view.
Mist and vapor rising, as the waters freely flowed,
Sprinkling the garden,
And all that it bestowed.
Then in the haze I noticed an essence pure and bright,
Sleeping ever peaceful, composed of love and light,
I quietly approached him as I trembled deep inside,
While every door within me,
Wonderously opened wide.
He stirred within his slumber as if he was aware,
Of my sudden presence, beneath my loving stare,
"You've been away forever, why did this take so long?"
"I have waited for you patiently to,
Come back where you belong."
His eyes were filled with longing, moistened from his tears,
He drew me closer to him to wash away the years,
The years that passed behind us, while we had been apart,
The loneliness that shadowed,
A good part of his heart.
At first I did not know him, I did not recognize,
This essence reaching out to me, 'til I looked into his eyes,
My mind was racing wildly; my heart was beating fast,
Then everything came back to me,
Memories from the past.
I had been on a journey, which led me far away,
And in the roads I followed, somehow I lost my way,
Walking in the alleys, in the darkness of the night,
Filling up on corporeal things,
To make me feel all right.
I nestled down beside him, laid my head upon his chest,
So tired from my travels, I needed time to rest,
"I'll never go away again, the risk is just too high."
And right before I fell asleep,
I made a gentle sigh.
The door swung gently inward as I stepped into a world,
Where all my dreams of happiness, magically unfurled,
A world that I remembered, that held me safe within,
I hidden, enchanted garden,
I was finally home again!
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The Hardest Thing
By Michelle Bartley
I think the hardest thing to face the hardest thing to know,
Is when the time it comes around of having to let go,
When suddenly you snap awake and quickly look around,
Only to discover you are not on common ground.
You see through each illusion and cut through the alibis,
Not often can one fool himself believing all the lies,
Alone within a world gone cold, and quickly dying fast,
While righteousness and ego once again relive the past.
The hardest thing to realize to assimilate within,
Is not knowing how I got here, from where I left, and when?
One day it seemed I fell asleep and entered in a dream,
Oh, how real it all became, can make one want to scream!
But in this land where voices fade, where no one listens clear,
Unless one speaks the language that the ego wants to hear,
The screaming would be senseless, responses would be few,
A foriegner stuck in a land without a single clue.
Eyes wide open, sunken in, dark circles make their claim,
Sleep just does not come to me I only speak your name,
They say that life here is a "gift" and that we should rejoice,
Yet I find this very hard when I can't hear your voice.
While wide awake I feel your presence with me every day,
While still I know the time will come when you will come to stay,
When you will come back to this place filled with pain and toil,
I pray my latern you will see, the flaming, glowing oil.
Can the bride dance with cymbals, joyful in her heart,
When in all reality the bridegroom is apart,
Sitting at the right hand of God, awaiting his return,
The bride can only hold on tight, with a constant yearn.
A certain thought came to my mind just the other day,
There's no one here that loves me in that special way,
The depth of which I ever crave, the longing and desire,
Only in the burning bush does one ever acquire.
And anger seethes within my bones, a sense of agony,
Knowing that it's only "I" that's brought this upon me,
Alone here on this spinning globe, that plummets out of control,
Where thorns and deserts pierce my heart, lick my very soul.
Where everyone wants to pretend that things are fine and good,
That everything is wonderful and things are as the should,
I can not help but miss the one who's traveled to on high,
While the three of us remain here. . . me, myself, and I.
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