The Richest Garden in your Memory

Forget, for food improvident and spare
The richest garden in your memory;
Bring down the white fruit from the tree
Which is too heavy for the tree to bear

The richest garden in your memory
You shall begin to change, with that despair
Which is too heavy for the tree to bear
The secret vision that you are not free

You shall begin to change with that despair
The moon that skews the circle of the sea
The secret vision that you are not free
Is no less true for wisdom, no lеss fair

The moon that skews the circlе of the sea
Promises of apples hung among the air
Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair;
Weigh them, silver in your hand, for me