The cat’s tail curves,a question mark of fur.
He walks along the path without a care
Happy in the garden long and thin
His feet caress the ground he walks upon.
He cannot lose this Eden by some sin
Underneath the maple tree red leaved
The sun makes patterns which the eye deceive
He runs about to play with leaves astray.
Enjoying the excitement of the fray.
I wish my heart was open to receive
My thoughts unlike the leaves won’t blow away.
So with my little cat I cannot play.
I wonder what the pain is in my head.
But I won’t leave the garden for my bed.
Yet with this contemplation I will pray.
I see that scene now in my own mind’s eye
I smile at first but then I start to sigh
Would that lovers died together well
In that little catacomb I dwell.
And yet I do not wish to say goodbye.
Time and space are like a great wide plain
The past,though present, cannot live again.
How my heart sings 