Peeking over the garden wall
She looked to the right, and then to the left.
Her eyes no recognition showed,
But rather a look desolate, bereft.
She beheld the scattered willow trees
That grew but sparsely on the bank,
And leaning against the crumbling wall,
She paused awhile to think.
Deflated, hollow, all are words
That best describe the garden girl
Who looks o'er the wall in search of the one
Who makes her heart race and her mind whirl
Because he's not there, and so often, too
Does he seem to be hidden from her.
Tis all too often the hopeless case
She forgets everything they once were.
How could she forget his faithfulness
Or unfailing affection?
Why does she feel abandoned now,
And suffer such dejection?
Just because she doesn't think
He'll make it here tonight
Is no reason to think he's gone for good.
Her friend is out of sight.
So often he had warned her
The days when he was gone
Were only days she lost herself
In dreams both deep and long.
The willow trees were all a dream,
The garden wall a ghost.
For he was never far away
When she needed him the most.
Do you build a garden wall
And paint it bright with flowers
When you cannot face the real world
And feel more like a coward
Than the one behind that garden wall
Could ever be a friend to?
Climb over the wall to the wide world
And let your God defend you.
postscript
More garden themes! What is this? Moral: don't hide, silly. And don't think he's gone, cause he isn't.