Generic

i will not sing 
for you 
when the rains 
come 
and the grasses 
green 
there is too much 
to do 
in the spring and 
summer and 
autumn 
but as i trim my 
roses 
and look to the 
leaves 
i will think of 
you 
there with me 
in another 
land 
blooming in the 
warmness of a climate 
changing 
my thoughts shall 
bend 
to your light 
and heat 
and when i look 
upward 
at the passing comet 
of life 
the majesty 
the passion 
the very cosmos 
of you 
will come to me 
as i cultivate 
my flowers 
in the ethereal warmth 
of midnight 
dreams

The Gardener