The Garden

Led through the mist
By the milk-light of moon
All that was lost is revealed

Our long bygone burdens
Mere echoes of the spring
But where have where we come and where shall we end?

If dreams can't come true
then why not pretend...

How the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves
As Autumn colors Fall...

Somewhere, lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen

A mysterious place... called the unknown, where long-forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood

How the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves
As Autumn colors Fall

Then, sing in a swirl
Of golden memories
The loveliest lies of all

Then, sing in a swirl
Of golden memories...
The loveliest... lies... of all

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This offering has a mystical sound to it, and though I cannot interpret all the symbols, it appears to be an invitation to release the painful experiences of the past (spring) and open to the unknown (autumn), which may be a more mature stage of life. There seems to be an appeal to live in pleasant memories, but I may be wrong here, for that comes across as advocating living in the past, which stunts all potential. Of course, at the end, the poet does say these memories are but lovely lies. Whatever, the poem has haunting imagery and stimulates thought.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and amazing use of words. I liked the description leading to hopeful and good ending. Thank you Peyton for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Stan Lee]

I feel like this poem is about memories. Your painted a whimsical scene here and I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing. :)

[sageflames]

this poem is a place I feel deeply, I love deeply.

[wordman]

loved it ! we can have it all,if only in our minds