Nothing stops

The fecund stink of fresh turndown earth
Sweet summer grass spouts green stalks
The soft bud peaks in the still gray of dawn
Fresh air and the slice of cold wind
Lost amidst the summer waves
Soft wind
Warmth of day grows
Heat builds
Secrets whisper
Bones ache with tired
Brain fills with lies that sound like truth
Sleep the only refuge from hopes blade
But still
The heat envelopes
The night closes in
Stars breathe life to darkness
And the moon
Rises

Garden without the goddess

I sit in a garden waiting for it’s owner to come back.

She who causes my heart to soar and bleed with her words.

I wait, because this place is hers and someday, she may come back

I wait, because my heart demands I walk in its rows and amidst it’s ripening and look out
over the horizon to see her coming back.

I close my eyes and remember.
Kissed by the sun, blessed by the wind and the lightly falling rain.
I wait.

I’ll keep coming by. Watering the plants. Talking as if you were there. always hoping that I’ll turn around, and you’ll be there.

But I fear, this garden and the words you shout, are all I have left.