Secret Garden

By Blacksburg

Vines we scale

We are the bugs that scamper

Above the stream,

Above the loam and roots

We eat the seeds

And

We eat the leaves

And

We eat the fruit

So as the gates now close behind us

We find

                We have

                                Become

                                                The garden–

And the secrets it has kept.

In the whispers of the leaves

We find strange answers to our thoughts

But nothing is more secret

Than my love

For

You

Close the door in the garden wall

But the roof of the sky still lets the

Light in