MY GARDEN OF EDEN

I have my very own garden,

And I call my garden, “Eden.”

Here, I always sit and wonder

A lot of imaginary things to discover.

Here I spend most my time smiling

Over those few funny things on my mind keep rolling.

And sometimes in this very place I grieve

For those things I can’t have and for my loved ones who died.

Each new day, I grew to like it

More and more I tend to love it.

Not just because it is my place of reminiscence,

Also because it’s the place where

 my soul gets its rest.

Nor it’s merely the place where I shed my bitter tears

When I’m overcome with acute loneliness

and fears,

But this is the place where my spirit is at its best.

Here I use to spend

the entire precious time of mine

Not caring if bells were to chime,

my stomach to whine.

Here I’m able of reaching

my fantasies and dreams,

Those things I created out of my heart’s whims.

… And here, I’m able to think

all those things about him

Although it hurts for our love

 is in such place so dim.

-- 2003 (revised 2008)