The Secret Garden

This is a story about our encounter:
A secret bestowed upon a garden
By the keepers of a magical town,
Centred within Gaelic wilderness,
Frivolous birds briskly fly their wings
Into the flowers of a peaceful summer,
We become trees: young and wise,
Organic leaves delineating our soul,
Signs of nature pulling us here,
A nest for storytellers, a sanctuary so
Sacred till the last sip of a teapot,
Brewed within earthly volcanic
Waters to be consumed by many
Celestial souls of serene beings,
The story tells of an enigmatic
Inscription well-preserved within
Its silent walls and cushioned floors,
Within its dim lights and fragrant
Candles, within the cheerful friends
And the veiled whispering couples,
The story discloses to the passers-by
The will to dance a tribal ritual
Energised by the rare melodic aether,
Strings of a golden harp revealing
The vivid colours of this garden,
The story now flicks to a different
Chapter as the door cracks open
And the chimes of our steps reach
This realm’s magnificent keepers,
The same ones who forged this
Hideout for us to share something,
So, relax, take a sip, and enter the story.

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Enthralled by Your Majesty

I am enthralled at this notion,
A historical moment of us both,
An attempt to knock on a door,
The wisdom of all our souls,
And you were there to smile,
Learnt speeches may be used,
Useful enough for me and you,
Working for a night’s sleep,
Or an invitation for a nice meal,
You who have me enthralled
At the different aspects of life,
You who are deciding to leave,
Go on, build the beautiful boat,
Set sail and fly among the birds,
Remember to sings a celestial
Song to open the next chapter,
And know that one of my stops
Shall be on your sunny shores,
And I am always, always, always,
I am enthralled by looking at you.