THE GARDEN BOY
He stands and waits
With frozen tears
On alabastor skin
His dark-ringed eyes
Watch stars and skies
And I can faintly hear
Songs of lullabies
And all he hears
And all he dreams
Is that which he
Will never see
You cannot fix
That which isn't broken
You cannot listen
To words that are not spoken
Still, I see him there
In dark and light
When it's bright and dreary
All day and all night
And wonder, like I have done before
Just what he is
Waiting for
His marble arms
And smooth grey wear
A stone cold expression
And no rise of chest
With eyes through which
Tears no longer fall
Those eyes that never see
No more, not at all
Still, I love him
But he isn't real
He'll never think
Nor ever feel
Yet I yearn
To cradle him near
But he's elsewhere
And will never be here
I wonder if
He's lonely there
But though I watch
For so many years
And though I stare
It's forbidden to touch
His fragile world
My truest of loves
The Garden Boy