have you noticed the moon lives in this garden

i cling to vines that were never there
a mystery of strength
of long lost roses

alone i have sanity
without perfume of
what could have been

when i look back,
i know i will

there will be sun
with small drops of rain,
a shower in spring
a meeting of minds
too intense to find common ground

i could remind you
how perfect you appeared,
when bodies blended
and a whisper made on a shifting breeze
turned to a sigh
in the giving of ourselves

now too scared to remain,
that moment where no one mattered
except the two of us

a flower like love
often has but one single chance
to appear beautiful
to hold on and last

and like that perfect bloom
without imperfections
it too will die

i cannot give up
on how love makes gardens
a tender hand grows cheeks to blush
with language unexplained

the often silent words we hear
yet never speak

these briefest dreams
last lifetimes of sleep
holding you to me
when things seem empty

i can find your face
among a thousand surly clouds
i can taste the kiss
more easily than counting stars,
admit to a vast horizon
i will always hold you near

yet never speak the words
so you can hear

even in my sadness
i can hold onto your last smile
while we both search for
the rising of another lonely moon

what begins in bud
has a right to bloom
if the gardener is true
this one lives miles from your heart
always growing in tearful regret