Linking with Imaginary Gardens
It is my own treachery that binds the loosest ends
and prevents my own wild dreams and yearnings
from escaping or returning once again.
The tactics needed and the art of love and war
are a scheme my heart has captured
and lost in tenderness and battle scars.
The energy to build a fire with twigs in the dark
is an ardor I traded for restless sleep
in alliance with the complacent and hardened hearts.
I am a warden that holds the keys of all fair and true
yet I lose them in my searching
for I hoped I had given them all to you.