'Neath the Garden

Lying 'neath the garden
my true love still lingers on.
Blown apart by all the rage
that men named Viet Nam.

The craze of marijuana carries on.
Stilted by the Agent Orange of science.
Wilted by the will of our compliance.
Government is more than one alone
can ever hope to stand against, unharmed.

I've wandered through the ancient lands
where spirit guides abound.
I've watched the lost and lonely spirits
lost amid the sounds of agony.

I've spent my life alone you see.
My true love lost his life across the sea.
A slave to all their attitudes of strife.
Startling - the loss of love and life.

Another war. Another round.
Another loss that can't be found.
My life was spent the day he went away.
Ideals of freedom falter in the days
of love's demise. The intellect
so seldom knows the wise.

Lying 'neath the garden
my true love still lingers on.
Blown apart by all the rage
that men named Viet Nam.

The dreams we shared
have never taken form.
The children of our love
were never born.

Silently, he waits for me.
Within my heart, the will to be
has faded like those old time memories.
Yet no matter time or space or place,
or science and its blind embrace,
he whispers to me, from the other side...

? Michaelette ?

3/31/2003
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