Come not to my garden
Where flowers are left to wither
Where birds hesitate to fall in love
Come not to my garden
The naked land carries no perfume of
new-mown grass
No sight of children playing
Not even the shadows of my grave
Come to the kingdom of heaven
The deep blue sky wide open
A beam of sunlight piercing through the
clouds
A whistling sound echoing in the empty silence
Come to the kingdom of heaven
To a world distinct from fantasy
With no life
With no death
Only a journey towards infinity
