Dark Flower Poem by Barry Middleton

There is a place, a river run,
dark flowers by the path.

And many lovers pass this way,
escaping earthly wrath.

There I cut the richest bloom
of royal and regal hue.

And this is all I have to give.
I bring it here for you.

I found that forest in a dream.
I walked the river run.

Alas, the vision had to fade,
to match the setting sun.

So I must seek the dream again,
and find the garden lane.

For it will guide me unto peace,
and shelter me from pain.