O my garden that I must hide from all,
I have betrayed thee, thrown thee down a well,
Sold thine secrets to be at Pharaoh’s call;
My grim heart’s famine is a well-earned Hell.
O secret garden, my heart’s silent prison,
In the labyrinth of my mind hidden
Away from the illuminating sun,
Stashed in the drawer of thoughts forbidden.
Secret garden where endlessly I roam,
Endlessly and forever more alone,
Thou art a star upon some sacred dome,
And I, a penitent in prayer unshown.
Secret garden that I must hide from all,
Thou holds the apple awaiting my fall.