A Dented Skull (2003)

In the back of the house there were three gardens,
each consecutive area smaller than the one before.
The connecting entrances so tiny to enter I had to say pardons,
and a nice caring lady living right next door.

The last enclosure was the most magical of all,
a secret to everyone including the postman.
It was also much more small;
the only person who could enter was this boy with no tan.

The magic was simple, one of a kind;
surrounded by high green hedges this little lad could fly.
Allowing me to get out from almost any bind,
high up into the great blue sky.

This gift was bestowed only in this special place,
a winged pair who left a lasting impression.
Who now are in heaven even further away than outer space,
wedded in eternal love, leaving only a slight depression.

When this youngster moved away the spot lost its power,
the take-off site had been completely diminished.
The only trace left was a little red flower,
but my joy of soaring will never be finished.

The gentle calmness enacted by the green
enveloped and wrapped me with tenderness

A place to go when I am full of chagrin.