Light in the Garden of Love and Justice

Oh, sad one, what befalls

You walking in your ancient halls, 

A slip of step, you lose the thread,

Now the vestiges linger,

Compliments once running clear like sparkling water,

Losing transparency, clogging the stream

And muddied truth becomes false.

The midnight of the day masks your fail,

Your suffering does not speak aloud,

It's contained within your breast,

No place to appeal, to share your bleeding,

Though friendship has fled, your ego needs feeding,

Dreams still live, isolated and lone,

But trapped in a jar of doubt.

Around that corner freedom beckons,

Flat shadows rise,

Your dull heart thuds

Like a false mechanical drum,

The air slightly gauzy,

As still as death,

You hold your breath.

You beat yourself against the glass,

A thing without wings that cannot fly,

Until someone notices,

Releases you among flowers,

In the garden of love and justice,

For the gift of these two things,

All is healed, for a time.