In A Empty Garden


In a empty garden

Beneath the cold moon

Where wild flowers, creeping

Have mingled their shade

With guilty spirit – to haunt

My melancholy heart

On flowers, before, and mist

And love, with a spell

Here on starry world’s, how lovely

‘ Tis to look so far away

Dreaming the oxygen of memory

With wonder and regret and affection

Darkly my present and my past

With sweet hope fate cast

My very soul thy grandeur gloom

To tenderly kiss me

In a empty garden

Beneath a cold moon

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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