Whispers carried upon the breeze;
Wispy thoughts and swirly leaves,
A touch of silence, a cry of pain -
Dust and darkness, the patter of rain.
A garden I built, a garden of love;
Set it with flowers, and eagles above;
Sprinkled it with water and songs of joy,
Come in! I said to weary passers-by.
With cautious steps, they slowly wandered in,
Oh my! They said — what beauty within!
But evil was at work, with no outward sign -
Wait just a minute — why isn’t this mine?
They looked upon my garden with envy and disdain,
This garden of love, this soother of pain;
The flowers wilted, the eagles flew down;
An eerie silence descended upon the town.
And then they were gone; the twilight was here -
I looked around at all that I held dear.
All this hatred, all this pain!
And after all this ruination — what did they gain?
Whispers carried upon the breeze;
Wispy thoughts and swirly leaves,
A touch of silence, a cry of pain -
Dust and darkness, the patter of rain.
Tick and tock! Tick and tock!
Do you ever listen, oh relentless clock?
Shapes and silhouettes, twilight begone!
Spare me this darkness and bring me the dawn!