The gardens wind swept away!!

The light from the lantern 

The traveler left behind

Shines through the dusty panes of your window

You did not let the dark draw curtains

When you looked upon the ruins 

Of what was once a garden 

The air doesn't smell of lilies anymore 

so you choke yourself on the smoke of memories as hope struggles to float

If I could, I would make the dark evaporate like sidewalk water

And bend the stars into fences so strong,

Nothing could ever break them

But all I have is a hand that spills words and tries to weave them into what they call poetry

Also, a fist full of Lilly seeds 

And I'd need a hand in planting them before the morning sunlight hits the mended fence

Gardens will bloom again if we try hard enough, won't they?