Garden of Secrets

... Garden of Secrets ...

holding out a hand in supplication
while the sorrowful music plays on
and you and I amongst the stones
red velvet caught between us
leaves of blood pooling at our feet
trailing ivy in our hair
we drop irises behind us
as we trip across the grass

-chorus-

and the whispered voices lure us
as we dance across the mist
embracing sweet forgetfulness
in the Garden where our secrets rest

would you take my hand once more
journey through that distant door
if I gave you kisses three
would you close your eyes?
entwined are we, entangled souls
our Garden watered by our tears
nocturnal dances, flowers strewn
for what we could not leave to die