Thorn Garden

Welcome to my thorn garden
Come and sit a while
The spider wanders 'cross the walk
Can't you see her smile

Briars bow in relief
And blood washes stone
Here in this garden of thorn
I am never alone.

No my darling not alone
But quiet yet and still
A press of thorns upon my skin
Is and isn't against my will

Know you now of this pain
Broken in blissful insanity
The secret hidden in the thorns
No less than my humanity

The web that’s woven ‘round my heart
Even now is not complete
And the crown of roses on my brow
Is sometimes only lightly sweet

And bitter is the rotting past
Grown weary and old - fading away
I find myself pricked anew
By spines grown here upon this day

Tucked away in this garden
I nurse the wounds of days gone by
Waiting so impatiently
For an end to the tears I cry

White to black and black to white
The world has set to spinning
There are no absolutes
From the end to beginning

Scars are only memories
In the stone of this garden’s wall
I wish that I could set them free
And feel myself not so small

Tiny in this little bubble world
Light streams in from a midnight sky
A star shot through the darkness
Of the disconsolate soul that is I

And in that dark sweet eye
I met a gaze become a stare
Wander not past abandoned hope
Touch me now if you dare

A brush of fingers trail gently along
On this razors bright sharp edge
Somehow cut and yet not bleeding
Pull me back from this ledge

Where my life has been somehow

A baptism of sadness and regret

There you stand in my garden of thorn

Admonishing me now to forget

 

Taking the ropes of desperation

That I would somehow be unbound

From spine, thorn and briar

And this emptiness profound

 

I leap high above this barrenness

Falling not into grace

But to a garden made not of thorn

Delights seen in your embrace

 

So welcome to my thorn garden

But don’t too very long stay

It’s only an illusion

A place where I no longer play.