meet me in my garden

found what I needed
embedded in rusty edges
unbidden by quiet spiders
spinning silky death

feet slipping through soft earth
fingers shifting leaves

masking moonbeams
ripe with meaning

sometimes your stories haunt me
and I want you
to show me what lurks beneath
mossy rocks and night

nothing can frighten
a heart busy and full

meet me in my garden
we will find new songs to write