The possibility of a garden

Trying to access you through

Dishevelled words is

An hopelessly wandering venture

 

Your heart, mind and whole deserve

A flowery motif of 

Delicately arranged, precious words

Exquisitely nuanced in pastel shades of tender feelings

 

But I keep ploughing through

Words smelling like dirt

Grey, sad and soggy

I keep digging ever deeper until

My hands, my head hurt

All the way down to chaos

 

I need this vision of you floating above the garden