Many years have into the past flee
Yet, the tale of Garden of Earthly Delights
Is still pinned onto my memory.
Rustic. Fluttering in the influence of slight
Tsunami of retrospection and misery
Conjured by desertions, before I took the way of a hermit.
Within the Garden of Forlorn
Do I pitch my tent
Without the territory of Iscariots
Million miles apart hostile compeers
And the horrific jail of fraudulency;
The tower of the eras’ society,
Wherein I served terms and bore scourges hopefully
Till it dawned that trust had rest in peace
Perhaps, in the bosom of the Eternal Sovereign.
Hence, I armored myself with a hermit’s garment
Myself my friend., Myself my entertainment.
But if forever this way I won’t remain
Take a rib from me, oh Lord Sovereign
To thou Foundry by sign or when I’m asleep
Make it a molten with the furnace of thy sort
And mould the being to sit by me
Not to lead me out of the Garden of Forlorn
As did mother of Earthlings in Eden farm
Nor in this Garden of Forlorn forlornly abide
But will merit this yard with magical presence
As the Phoenix., my Garden’s empress
While forever we remain an unyielding twine.