When by my isolated garden i sit,
And sinful thoughts cover my mind,
When by the sand slide away my grit,
And heart shiver in the anguish blinds.

When the mind hovers for peace,
And body for scented breeze,
Should i still desire for acceptance,
And weave my hope for ascendance.

Should I wander in path of gloom,
And shed away my tears with rain,
Should I ponder to recover and bloom,
And smile in despair and pain.

Whenever eyes search for hands to hold,
Why are your shadows visible and bright?
Why my Young heart feels confined and old?
Why i am writing in all these mournful nights?

Let me not see my problems fade,
I retain your presence in my heart,
For my soul is beneath afraid,
To seek for love and have you lost.

© MIK GUNN