Garden of Love

- This tidbit, a fraction of a song that was never completed, yet still, interesting.  Deals with our assumptions about how things should be, and how some times the will of nature, or destiny, or the momentum of the paths carry us into a different future than we had expected.  This was from an introspective time in April of 2006.

Garden of our love

Every love is like a garden, where we wish good things to grow
a little rain, a little sunshine, and some magic seeds to sow
Every heart, like the autumn earth, on a sunny spring time day
with a history of growing things, a few which died along the way.

I planted a thing I thought was a rose, thinking of its passion,
its beauty & scent - a dark scarlet bloom I imagined, a gift of joy.
She planted a a thing she thought was an oak, dreaming of its strength,
its stability, a shade in the summer and a sentinel in the winter.

What grew instead was a bramble, entwined an flowing of a strong vine,
dotted with tiny tart berries of deepest red, and leaves of deepest green.
the vines form shelter from the breeze, the berries sustain us -
their bitter sweet plays on our tongues, and paints them mischievously.

Now a little bird has come to live in our garden,
a place of comfort, of home, of love,
where we plant what we hope to reap, but reap what it is that grows,
Each bite, becoming a part of each of us.

(C) 2011, Dave Cox