Your Garden
Forever my thoughts bend to you
Like the leaning of a tree to to the wind
Forever my eyes turn to you
Like the search of a flower for sunlight
Somehow you've planted yourself
In my soured garden of a wilted heart
You've brought sweet tender rain
To my meadows choked with weeds
You've brought rays of warm sun
To my storm of gaunt withering dreams
You've brought excitement and ploy
To my melancholy story of a blank muse
You've bought reason to my garden
And it is growing, ever so slowly, back
You've cared for my garden lovingly
Unconditionally, you've sustained me
You've shown me my garden matters
And you've neglected your own
You've cultivated your seeds
And they have grown
painfully, yet gracefully, into
Beautiful
Wonderful
Flowers
In my dejected woeful, shameful heart
And their roots have penetrated
The very fibers of my silted soul
And they continue to spread and grow
Binding you to my heart forever
I wish you to know that this garden
Has fallen into your hands
This garden is now your garden
And because you have my heart
My garden
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