In the garden where happiness plays
I am only a shadow out of phase
I stand back and watch life unfold
As in the darkness my heart grows cold,
Cursed to watch beauty blossom in loving rays
Veiled in void night viewing endless days
No warmth from that brilliant, bright light
Penetrates the amour of this empty blight,
Nor am I touched by the joyful breeze
Which whispers laughter and shouts mirthful glees
And passes through flower beds of hopeful blooms
Spreading softly upward blissful perfumes,
Am I hear alone on this empty plane
Can there be another in this domain.
Colm Hayes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-where-happiness-plays/
