Garden Metaphors

My lover came to me as
an April night in moonlit shadows
with a message
that sent me home to him
a dreamer's mixture of
every season's flowers
where
camellias are in flower,
and the angel's-trumpets,
and the wisteria,
and Judas trees flourish

and the roses are out
             in the garden

He said my name softly
with his voice
I came fully awake,
in a still pause
I h
    u
      n
        g
motionless
as the roses moved
tossed
into perpetual flower
again and again
each time
the same and yet
each time different
all night

and the petals
loosened to the breeze
blossoms swept away,
                         almost
when he came with me
body to body
two creatures
becoming one, lost
in a garden of love

The
rose shadows moved
with his presence
I was still awake
by the end of April

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren