Pardon-garden

Pardon-garden

In the zone of icy thoughts,

Gatecrashers trying to break the berg,

In the game, they are swallowed in

Like the quicksand.

Mediocre thoughts of reactions,

Dominate the insipid mind.

Through the ages,

Blindness looks at the white shivering mirror,

How horrid that the word comes from the pen,

Forgiveness!

But yes, it is also forgiven,

You are a thirteen-year old,

Playing the role of a hero,

Without your muscles of sadness;

Flowers and fruits are hatching in the space,

Birds and bees are preparing to play,

Audience is horrified to see you kiss

A lady’s fun-balls,

So inappropriately out of place.

But like the spectators,

Swallow the word,

And the frozen waters, as you break open the gate.

You will also find your way

Into the overwhelming pardon-garden!

14 October 2014