The Walled Garden

I would give you this rose

But you are shut in the walled garden

Among your bitter herbs

I would show you the sun

But you have turned your head away

Into your own shadow

I would sing you asong

But it falls silent by the sad waters

Where are you walking?

I would touch your hand

But i cannot reach you when you are

Lost in no known country

Will you not turn and step

Back.