“I did not have a garden, and she needed to share hers”

I stepped in without warning

Into a garden under the brightest sunlight

She was alone in that garden

With a face that only knew the cold of night

I had not ever seen a garden,

Only patches of trees ever so slight

She took big breaths of air

Leaving none for her blessed flowers

I gave some of mine

so that her garden could have air to shower

She caught a glimpse of my meddling

And with a broken smile that took all her might

She said: are you also going to say goodbye?

II

I took her by the hand

I knew we were alike,

Lonely spirits

With gardens of the same kind.

Under her sunlight green land

We blended together in silence

Creating sparks for the first time

Changing the black from our dull iris

Into vibrant new colors that sadness silenced.

III

Even under the warmth of rays of light

She and I still shivered from the cold

The cold we had from moments of darkness

Forgotten emotions and regrets of old

We feel its shadow looming over

A threat to our eternal light

However, its immature ignorance forgot

Of our garden’s force that the dark shall smite.

IV

I now know the answer to the prophecy,

It was in us all along,

That all we needed,

was each other’s company.