Dark Hour

facing the hour alone as I walk through the garden
the savage garden few know and dare speak of
knowing tis the last I shall spend in blessed darkness.
I relish the night and all that it encompasses
the sounds, smells, sights 
forever gone with the coming sun.
those that have not walked among the garden,
know not of its bounty, yet seek to condemn.
The hour approaches that once again I place the blinders on
to walk among the non seers and non believers,
the dark hour.

---Sirenna©2002