I will visit your dreams and plant a garden
Sowing seeds in fertile soil.
But tripping through rotting roots
Watered only by your misery
And my helplessness,
I am so far away. But
Soon I will open the garden gate
And get to digging.

 

I will visit your dreams and raise a garden
Watching each bud break through the earth,
Striving for sunlight
That it will only ever taste in droplets.
I hope I will always be there to tend
The fruits of your labor, for you are everything but selfish.
You stand on the far side,
I’ve lain down my shovel.
The distance doesn’t change
Despite my splitting spine
And the exhaustion of a gardener’s posture.
When I fall into you at the end of the day
We will find closeness in rest.

 

I will visit your dreams and tend a garden
There will be a day that you arrive
In the Eden I’ve built
Behind your weary eyes
And there will be no leaving for as long as you want.
I hope you will taste every bit of sunlight
And that I will be enough.
Do you picture our oasis?
This forest grove, woven together in every shared breath and synced heartbeat.
I am there waiting,
Roots diving deep
To bloom where there is no light or space
Or air save for you.

 

I will visit your dreams and grow a garden
For lowered eyes that spin in sleep
Just as in wakefulness.
I have no dreams — I seek out yours
And pray to become a permanent fixture
Living potted and pretty on your shelf.
Your favorite flower in a newer life,

One that you deserve.
Done away with distance,
A vine curled around your wrist
Content to listen and linger and love the callused palm.
Your hands have held the shovel far longer than mine.

 

I will visit your dreams and be a garden
Paradise of our own making.
A blossom,
A haven where time has stopped.
No deadlines or dead ends
You and I with grass prickling our cheeks.
Face to face and flesh at last
Our warm summer of eternity
Flowering freely.