Return again to that secret garden,
Where arches,
Magnolia flowers and lemon trees,
Hide enchanting lakes.
Listen to the silence,
Alive with leaves and birdsong,
The soft whisper of air
Through which old souls meander.
See once more the deepest sky
And in the distance, the slender tower
A flower of light above the palms:
All things forever beautiful.
Feel again, as then,
The sharp prick of desire,
As your vanished youth
Returns. Dream of a timeless God.
Remolinos 