Twilight Garden

My heart's a twilight garden
where shadows skulk and writhe
and tender buds are scattered
'neath murky, starless skies.
A travesty once lovely,
in innocence and mirth,
lies wasted in love's valley
and to sorrows given birth.
But wait, I see a glimmer
beyond the blackened veil.
A  penetrating vista
above my somber swale.
A light, though dim,
is  there, above,
set in large eyes of brown.
My arms reach up to grasp
and there, at last,
my sorrows drown.