The Garden

The things that grow are the things you water
This atrophied garden of loss and neglect
nothing but good intentions gone bad
Shriveled up worlds that could have existed
Whisperings of alternate universes
The fire that burns so bright
may be the metaphor of youth
Consummate growth and fervor
ultimately unsustainable
Those things that matter
matter at every stage
through all the moods that strike
suddenly, bursting down inhibitions and positivity
slowly, weaning from a less optimal norm
The sound of the dreams singing from
the depths of your soul cry
Water me daily and I will bring you endless joy