Evie's Garden

In the middle of Evie’s garden
Was a rock she could never move
Worn away by a faithful handtill
No one knows the date
Bring back the rain
We’ll go walking
Bring back the wind
Like you do
Of the flowers in Evie’s garden
One would never go out of bloom
Planted over a well forgotten
Opened by the moon
Bring back the rain
To Evie’s garden
I’m at the gate
Looking through
In the middle of Evie’s garden
Was a rock she could never move
Nearly buried in a night bloom tango
Pale and smooth as skin