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You watched me as we worked the garden,
Every blade cut in line, every hole plugged and filled.
And as time and sweat watered and tilled.

You watched.

You watched us put down and take up roots,
Parties and cricket, rugby and pets, even phone calls to lovers.
But in the rain and the regrets we left un watered and withered.

You watched

We left and you watched us still.
We grew our own gardens, watered with joy and tears.
New memories and fields that grew year on year.

And you closed your eyes.

We buried you in someone else's garden.
And returned to tend yours, let the dead earth breathe again.
And turn a new leaf, but somewhere between the breeze again,

You watched.

You bloomed.

And you wait.

Until we stand in the same garden again.
In a room full of enemies
Including yours truly
Even when truly sometimes I’m not even yours

You speak of me fondly
And call me by name
You blame me for beauty and love for your cause

But love like an ocean
Is nearer than shadows
From my shallow stream that runs dry by your sea

Your thunder will deepen
This rain deep affection
And deep connects deep as you flow out of me.
A seed
That was what your love was like
It had to die to grow

Watered by memories
Tilled by todays
And all our hopes for tomorrow

My heart still blooms with love for you
And that's where your garden still grows
It is both understandable and bewildering,
That you knew my name before I did,
Even before I was born,
And I will remember yours long after you are gone.
The Sky was always your home,
You just came in and lit up my room for a little while.
Between the wind and rain
Is a breath from my lungs
That longs to be in yours
You pull down the canopy of night,
And with pin ****** bright,
You guide the sun back to the sky

And whip back the grey and black canvass
Royal gold and turquoise
Without a noise, your pen scratches the sky

With streaks of white and grey
Thick black thunder heads sway
And then as the paint bleeds, you cover the easel

We can open the heart and pierce the mind,
But only an artist leaves feelings behind,
Feelings from thoughts as big as the sky
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