“Help me dwell in field of love”
I cried to my Angel.
“Only naked lovers dwell here”
He cried back.
“No clothes like ‘you’ or ‘me'”
He said.
How have I gotten so well dressed?
Who built this armor around my heart?
Why am I in this staged show?
Please, bring me home
In the ocean of love.
I wanna swim free
Free free swim
forever
Free.
Something upsets my mind
Angels are here to heal
But will I love again?
I used to believe I am here
to set things straight again.
But things will never be straight
while the mind plots
Blocking all exits.
There is no escape.
There is only
the gate
to the field
of love.
Will you
come?
Andreea Garden, March 2017
Theo and Mira 