From where I sit I stare blankly
Nostalgia takes over, remembering the times of old
A tear runs down my eye so quiet
For those memories are only that
Yet I yearn to revisit those warming times
Where I like to think I had a plan
But here I lay
Only left to dig up my lost memories
Crying we could never hold that moment again
But smile because we were given the chance
Soft music wafts throughout my head
I look deep down the wishing well of time
And scoop my past in the cusp of my hand
I sigh at the magic it emits
For that magic is me
Intertwined with who I am today
The garden planted so long ago
Sprouted and in fullest bloom
Each flower like a story
Every **** like an unexpected journey
The sun shimmering through the sunflower sea
I lay with my hand over my forehead
Humming with the subtle tunes of a lovely life
The cicadas buzz with the swaying of plants
Wispy clouds never ceasing to say hello
I dare not shut my eyes in fear I will lose what I have here
I palm the dirt beneath my resting spot
For this dirt holds my roots
My past and cradles my future
This garden here beyond the sky
My garden.
Is my home