In Summers Garden. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

In summers garden,
I waited for you.
But you did not come.
I looked for you in every crevice of hope.
To no avail, you did not come.

In every valley and dale.
Overlooking the cliffs,
I searched.
And with every sound of nature,
from the gentle breeze of the wind,
to the sound of the blackbird,
It gave me hope that you would come.

For in our hearts we were never apart.
We knew that from the start.
Our fate was to love and be loved,
And in our misery we had our hope,
that one day we would meet.
So come to summers garden.
I wait for you there.
Amongst the beauty of nature
And all that is fair.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson (c) .