Mandibulla - The Garden

There is an ancient, Ancient garden that I see Sometimes in my dreams A place with no time Where the sunlight plays and glows again With spectral gleams in the shadows Where the gaudy tinted blossoms seem And the crumbling walls waken thoughts of yesterday There are vines in nooks and gold skulls In the silently sunken smell the fragance in the air There is an ancient, Ancient garden that I see Sometimes in my dreams A place with no time Where the sunlight plays and glows again With spectral gleams in the shadows There is not a living creature In the lonely space around As I walk, and wait, and listen I will often seek to find As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before Then a sadness settles over me and tremor seems to start