in this garden
the deep soil where i blossom
is your love
i am its flower—wild and pink
and i dance in the warm sunshine
of you

this ancient garden is born anew
and blushes like the very first light that spills
into day
tumbling out
shy
from the covers of an unknown and eternal night

this night where we walk
all along
our long and winding path without, seemingly, an end
hand in hand together one
step after another, and
into the crystal clear waters sparking with light

where, in this darkness
and here underneath all these stars
is our story, steeped and older than time
and our heart,
a seashore swelling and crashing with waves
here, where we are singing and where we are weaving
the darkness into light
the darkness into love
the darkness into these roses growing—wild and pink
right here in this garden
where we
are
where we are one, and where
we are enchanted.