Tribute to 'Garden'

sachincsachinc Posts: 117
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
This is my tribute to the PJ song Garden, often an unsung masterpiece.

Epitaph

When the shadows fall across my place
And the icy wind erodes my face,
The cold stone epitaph shows its head:
A saddened creature forever dead.

Is this the monument to you?
Your last rememberance, is this true?
Is our last memory pale and ill?
Shall I breath forever...still.

A foot amongst the battered weeds,
Around the cold graveyard that feeds
Off all man's sorrow left alone,
To mourn in this, your garden of stone.

As i step back from the front of this:
A tapestry for all to miss.
I find my place, behind the crowd
Of others climbing up the cloud.

They spend their lives in solemn prayer
And of their sins, no one could care
At least it offers some odd hope
To help them see, to help them cope.

A foot amongst the battered weeds,
Around the cold graveyard that feeds
Off all man's sorrow left alone,
To mourn in this, your garden of stone.


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