when i enter your garden
i pass through no gate
simply onward the trail
to your highest peak
i have never known a way like yours
and you have never known a wandering like mine
still i welcome your curves
and you invite my pace
we are lovers to the unmapped path
our forward takes
you are the brightest sun
you are the clearest sky
you are the piercing heat i feel inside
you are the stone and dirt beneath my feet
you are the pattern of the butterfly
you are as many colors as the wildflowers
you are the ones i had yet to see
you are the fragrance of lupine
you are the shapes and lines in the leaves
you are the strong wind that blows through the branches of the palm trees
you are the sharpness of the needle grass
you are the cactus thorn
you are the blood that pours
you are the smile that forms
you are the knowing that wounds heal
you are the cry the coyote sings
your are the hummingbird's wings
you are the lizard that hurries on
you are the highest note of the sparrows song
you are the coolest breeze
you are the view from the mountain
you are the slow decent
you are the softly content
you are homeward
when i depart from your garden
i steal not a single flower
still your sun
has burnt all of me that i made bare
still your thorn
stings to the touch
still your song
is known to my tongue
still your scars
are now mine to call home
so you
untethered for the on and on
untamed for always
you are free to grow
and wild to remain
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