Asylum

The rage of the afternoon sun, quietens the garden

Leaves don't stir and dead is the breeze

Flowers, they stand bright, yet tense and solemn

I walk alone, knows not the world, what one sees

Those songs over the wall of the neighbour's children

The games they play, their cries I hear

At night I know they are burning, faces ashen

For them I plead, but the world shows no mercy here

For the world lives, but yet to many lays dead

Their cries and whispers, to which I lend an ear

The fire rages within my mind, yet wronged is my head

"Please see, Please hear, the beauty of the story in each tear"

I oft wonder, where my world of dreams lies

For infinite is the beauty I see, Deep is the peace I feel

And yet this world seeks to wake me up; I don't arise

 My inner calm, how do I allow them to steal?

At night, the stars alight and this world sleeps; Sigh!

But learn I shan't how they forget, how they keep sailing

A storm in my heart, Rocks their boats not, Why?

From paradise to travel, I fail and keep failing

And still I shall not despair, for my wings are strong

Fly I can, above the castles of lore, through forests green

But there are shackles on my feet that feel wrong

I scream hard and faint, yet I am not noticed or seen.

I bleed and bleed, the brightness of the red, so dizzy

I feel not the pain of the thorn and still the roses fade

Afternoon in the garden, I sit still, my mind numb and busy

O' Asylum, my asylum, to thee; farewell, how shall I bade?

 Pic Courtesy - The Garden at St.Remy's Asylum, painted by the master Van Gogh

www.vangogh.net , Photo Courtesty Hans Ollerman