Solanaceae Midnight Garden
LINGER IN MY SHADOW!
IVY ROSES ENTWINE AROUND OUR FEET
THIS MIDNIGHT GARDEN
WHERE COVERT ANGELS COME TO WEEP
AGES COME AND GO
YEARS LIKE SEASONS PASS
A HEADLESS CROWN
IS ALL THAT LASTS
WE WEATHER THE STORM
BESIDES A LION HEAD
WHERE WE WATCH A CRUMBLING WORLD
ROTTEN AND SAD
THE YOUNG, THE OLD, THE LOWLY, THE STRONG,
SILENTLY SIP THE POISON OF TIME
THEN WITH A GESTURE OF SALVATION
THEY TURN INTO STONE
AGES COME AND GO
YEARS LIKE SEASONS PASS
A HEADLESS CROWN
IS ALL THAT LASTS
WEATHER-BEATEN HANDS
RESTRAIN THE TIME
WHAT JOY, AND BEAUTY,
AND WHAT SADNESS IS MINE!
FALLEN ARE THE LEAVES
LIFELESS STAND THE TREES
FORSAKEN STAIRS
LEAD TO NOWHERE
AGES COME AND GO
YEARS LIKE SEASONS PASS
A HEADLESS CROWN
IS ALL THAT LASTS
