Passion in the Garden

In the empty night
I hear your song.

Longing
I seek
but can only see
my own dying image
in lying glass
and glittering steel.

I tremble in fear.
Where have you gone?

O, sing me your soaring love-song

and show me the way
for night’s a thin wall
and death, a porous veil.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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