The Withered Garden
The garden weeps and withers
Surely all is lost, alone and dying
Where is the goat that kisses flowers
Where are the dancing Fay at twilight
Why has the moon gone silent
And the breeze standing still as stone
He’s alone here watching orchid’s flower
As Pan crys tears into the black river
Suffocating on smog and smoke
Her hand held like a crippled captive
She alone can call down the summer
Yet her fingers are now like broken bones
What have we done with the promise
That was given many moons ago
Under cherry blossoms fragrant scent
Where sweetness filled the waters
And perfumed petals from loves union
Spun and spilled through the hollow
It was only given as a gentle gift
A treasured moment soft as snow
That melted died and quivered
Now broken to the crooked winter
What has become of us, of our beauty
Now rotting in dark sunsets all alone.
Surely all is lost, alone and dying
Where is the goat that kisses flowers
Where are the dancing Fay at twilight
Why has the moon gone silent
And the breeze standing still as stone
He’s alone here watching orchid’s flower
As Pan crys tears into the black river
Suffocating on smog and smoke
Her hand held like a crippled captive
She alone can call down the summer
Yet her fingers are now like broken bones
What have we done with the promise
That was given many moons ago
Under cherry blossoms fragrant scent
Where sweetness filled the waters
And perfumed petals from loves union
Spun and spilled through the hollow
It was only given as a gentle gift
A treasured moment soft as snow
That melted died and quivered
Now broken to the crooked winter
What has become of us, of our beauty
Now rotting in dark sunsets all alone.
