Garden

I fantasize a garden

When I create

A throne for both

You and I.

I built the garden

By pavements of effort

Flowers of hope

Green grass of care and comfort

As if you would enter and enjoy.

But the sun of truth doesn’t shine

Bright enough to the corner

Of your heart

The light doesn’t resonates

Bright enough to lit up

Your thought and awareness.

And now I’m trapped

In my own maze

In my own garden.