Garden Geometry

Forest, my joy, wait at the sea teary trunked willow grove grows over me Coral to coral, coral to sea Harpoon carries the wind in a tightly knit screen and it travels below all the ferns on the floor Forest, my joy, forested war Puny foams fizzle Forested frost Forest, my joy Forest I lost Garden, I tremble, resemble, I ought to look back Never look back! Only confirm what your eyes set upon me I whisper to the form “Forest my joy, turned garden and grew turntables or mist that envelops the dew I can’t see how you believed ages ago that the garden, my garden was covered in snow no more honeysuckle kisses or heads to hold on but now you are blooming my forest below”

And it turns towards my step, I step on its stride Its empty old gallop runs cold like the ice We dance, north, for ages Till its star beckons so I leap to the moon Step back, undertow