A fading memory

A garden
beautiful ,
breezy ,
the trees tall ,green
majestic ,
skyward ,
was I there ?
utterly lost
in the beauty,
in the shadows of the trees
in the still waters of a lake ,
an occasional flutter ,
an oft heard symphony
of the birds ,
through the day ,
from the sunrise
until sunset ,
till the dusk settled in my hair ,
till the first star came
to hold me by hand
and take me to the heaven
that never was .

akash