Garden of Delight

In this garden time is creeping

The odours so firm like a wall

Caressing me, making me loosing my will

Am I alone? How did I get here?

It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass

What a picturesque place

Aconfusing heap of sounds

Almost like silence if you consume them entirely

My sight is sharpened

Garden of delight

I never find an exit

If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths

Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before

Plants are highgrown and perfect

But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one

Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me