Letters From Home

Dedicated to Carol

Your Gardener

You sit perched in a field of beauty 
Blowing along with the wind 
The hungry stubborn violet 
Always starving for something more 

Not yet knowing 
How far your roots can dig 
Or the spring you could have 

Your potential unknown 
Your growth unimagined 
Your color a mystery 

Then we found each other 
I had little to offer 
But water and care 
All I wanted 
Was to be your gardener 

You asked 
How do I grow? 
How can I become the garden I’ve always imagined I could be? 

With no answers 
I say to you 
I want to be your gardener 
To stay by your side 

I can see it in your roots 
The single violet isn’t what you were meant for 
Or what you wanted 

There was a garden to grow 
And seeds to plant 

What I saw in you 
Were pastures of flowers 
With reds, blues, and lavender hues 
With lazy cats still as statues 

I imagine a home for the colors 
A spectrum of you 
Each a memento 
Of the travels to come 

Moons have come and gone 
Through each I’ve given you tenderness and care 
Cultivating what your garden needs  
To grow into the garden of your dreams 

I dream of you 
Water and care 
This was all you needed 
For your last few roots 

And now 
What I see 
A beautiful bouquet 
Starting to fill 
The garden wall 

There is nothing more that I want 
Than for you to grow 
To grow with you 
As a gardener tending to your flowers 

Written and Music Composed by Peter @cellobuddy
Poem Edited by Sarah @QueenOfTheVoidx
Voice by Caleb @VothCaleb