Garden for the ardent,

Show me something new in the fountain,

Baptize Jesus once again,

Call my mind's eye to your reflection.

What I used to see is no more--

No more visits from a friend,

No more embraces end upon end upon end,

All these things I've longed for.

Verdant garden, in your perimeter

Bring to mind my past,

For my present no longer lasts--

But quite a past, bloodsweat,

From better blood than my razor ripped open.

Inundate me with those memories.

I need some closure along with some peace,

And could you have pass understanding along to me?

It's done, and I will hear of this place no more…