The Fence Between Our Gardens Poem by Daniel Richards

Down in the catacombs and dead coral caves,
Lay the shadowy secrets and the precepts you live each day
Life being the bomb, love the fuse,
It brings explosive bright light, too any situation confused
Your heart was in my province year upon year
In my garden of ease yes it was no Eden, but my dear,
You could see the woods through the trees
Even the sun was clear here.

Out in your streets of dim light and decay
Lay miscreants creeping searching for their victims pay
Life being the bomb, love the fuse
You step each step in a haze, out in the rain stands a veiled you
Your heart now in strange lands with you in a stray hand
In the dying forest of tarmac concrete and sand
Your new garden is of fear, no closer an Eden my dear
You cant see the calm through the regret
With the sun no longer clear

But the moonlight is ever near and growing larger and larger, my dear
Moonlight lights the new years, fear the darkness fear it, my dear

Up in the air are wilting doves in stagnate flight
In a swirling stormy sky elicited by the liars ladle excites
Respiration slows aching as the cardiac systems go’s it alone racing
Too its own province, one of self,
Too find in you the lost altitude of life, strife has stuck it strike two
And where are you? ? ? ?
Lost in the dead caves searching the riddles of your catacombs
lost in heart and mind...... Strike three......misery