The Garden

I walked the forest and hills Looking for a lost treasure Now here I am sitting on the rock Looking at the river Staring at the Nature's mirror I see his face emerging The memories resurfacing And then my heart starts to beat And then I start imagining His face makes me want to scream His shoulder makes me want to sleep His stance makes me want to sin Where art thou, angel of the night? Where art thou, my wonderful man? Looking back at the river It gives me a love fever Staring at him, makes me scream Scream like a wild beast Like a thunder and a blowing star And then my heart start to beat My soul is hovering My legs start levitating Transported by the leafs of a violent wind Followed by the sadness of the cold rain Looking back to see It was just .... It was just in my mind And then my eyes start dropping tears I am the lady of illusion BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SI