Here's one of mine as a taster, hope you like it!
A rose garden
So I planted the garden for you.
To guard it, a hedge of sweet myrtle,
Within it, lily of the valley, rue and rose
To keep me scented of you till you come.
All through it of course there must flow
A stream of limpid water,
Running and singing and shining
From a broken jar of clay.
And come at last you do – but why must you
Ignore my gate, break down my hedge
And trample my flowers?
Why could you not linger
on the lawn I laid for you,
but must go straight ahead
(my hedge again!), leaving only
an irresistible scent, and the
faint echo of a call?
So I followed in your steps, that led
After many days to a high rugged hill
And a torrent that thundered
With the sound of many waters.
Far away and small my shattered garden.
It seemed you had a wider field to walk,
Immersing me into a deeper stream.
And at the summit, you at last,
Plainly waiting for me. “Lie down here.
Gaze into heaven till it becomes a sea,
Until the tall trees reach down as roots into the deep
And the eagles swim an abyss of light
And you too play in love’s empyrean.”
So I awoke – and you were not there.
Only the footsteps leading down.
Grumbling and longing I follow –
Don’t you know how hard you make it?
Down into a valley and a dour city
And a pressing, depressing crowd.
And is it true that here at last I will find you
Among the disappointed and averted faces
And the wandering uncertain steps
And the least of these my brethren?
And your long unfathomable look for which I long
Must be looked out of my own shrinking eyes?