The Garden at Night

The garden at night is a magical place
Wind in the willows and rain on the slate
A dead woman walks through the larches and pine
The nutter next door still acts like a swine
An ache in the eyes and an ache in the palms
Chimaeras and ghosts and moments of calm
Uneasy, uneasy despite all the jokes
Something’s moving in the green laurel grove
I decided to split when I heard the school bell
A woman was laughing, a quiet evening fell
My friends were returning, my love within sight
All coming back to the garden at night