Delicate wisps of white silk swirl
twirl around the dance of feet
the pitter-patter down the cobblestone street
To escape the castle of gloom
and be among the midnight blooms
Hide underneath the willow tree
Rest in its protection from your flee
of suffocation and stagnation
to elation
Your lungs as they breathe in
The crisp dewy droplets of air
Mingling with rose and freesia as if in affair
As you come to the entrance of vines
the bronze weathered door gives a creak
stepping inside, your inhibitions grow weak
Run, dance, jump, and skip
pick the petals, careful not to rip
Does this garden love me? Does it love me not?
A distant giggle, behind a mushroom a wiggle
Of a lightening bug a-glow
The seed in your heart begins to grow
Its roots planting firmly in the soil
connecting you to this enchanted place
But you absolutely must make haste
as you have basked in the magic too long
and must out-run the orange blaze of the sun
Until the next midnight in the garden