So what if there's nothing beyond the walls of
a garden.
A corn maze turned to stone by
Fear in excess.
But I'll walk along with you.
I can't hold your hand but
I have your heart,
And I'll walk past stalks and stumps
and march through long and twisted paths.
I'll touch each vine and breathe life into
Every flower.
And I lost you along the way,
But I keep breathing, and walking
Knowing that hearts are around in plenty
And I have flowers to give,
So long as I breathe deeply.
I went to live at the water's edge
And breathe my garden into
Salted air,
I went to sow my seeds in tides
And float my flowers in the rivers,
I went to breathe my pollen into every crack
and every winter stopped me.
But I know that knowing hearts are plenty,
And I have air to share,
Pollen to breathe.
The ivy grows on stony rock
Where I fostered it here,
And it takes time.
But I had you,
And I have them
So I breathe in deep and soak up the
Salty air.
The sharpness clears my mind
And the pollen soothes my soul.
So I collect my thoughts to grow here in my garden,
And take root in the hearts
That led me here.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
So what if there's nothing beyond the walls of
a garden.
A corn maze turned to stone by
Fear in excess.
But I'll walk along with you.
I can't hold your hand but
I have your heart,
And I'll walk past stalks and stumps
and march through long and twisted paths.
I'll touch each vine and breathe life into
Every flower.
And I lost you along the way,
But I keep breathing, and walking
Knowing that hearts are around in plenty
And I have flowers to give,
So long as I breathe deeply.
I went to live at the water's edge
And breathe my garden into
Salted air,
I went to sow my seeds in tides
And float my flowers in the rivers,
I went to breathe my pollen into every crack
and every winter stopped me.
But I know that knowing hearts are plenty,
And I have air to share,
Pollen to breathe.
The ivy grows on stony rock
Where I fostered it here,
And it takes time.
But I had you,
And I have them
So I breathe in deep and soak up the
Salty air.
The sharpness clears my mind
And the pollen soothes my soul.
So I collect my thoughts to grow here in my garden,
And take root in the hearts
That led me here.
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