there is a secret garden i wish to bring you to.
there is a secret paradise i wish to visit with you.
there is a secret realm i wish to explore with you.
there is a secret abyss i wish to fall into with you.
there is a secret heaven i wish to soar up to with you.

the mere thought of impossibility, the snare of certainty that comes without sympathy
hassles me to a refuting patience; i cannot wait and withstand this tasteless silence.
the mere thought of you, the mere imagination of you, i cannot cast away.
are you with me when we speak
are you with me when we meet
who do you think of instead...
anxiety creeps up to me from every possible crevice

answer my prayer of silence. determine my will and let me heave the air of relief
but these shackles of grave temptations, cast by the iron of uncertainty, continue to drag me to the cells of yesterday. i am aware of the paradox of time. awareness gravitates me to an endless search. resolute, inconceivable, pure, boiling emotions.

i think of you; at every twilight; at every ray of light that shines through clouds; at every star-filled night; at every drizzling early morning; in every dream.
will you be in the secret garden with me or will you only be in my dreams?
i thought of you; when you were gone. i think of you; when you're back. i will be thinking of you; when you're gone again.

a rich aroma of lavender fills the imagined evening air; i sat quietly and listened to nothing. there you were, back again...and i understood then, how much i miss(ed) you.
nothing has changed.

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by Damien Bau.

Music by Secret Garden - Adagio