Hope Gardens Every Whisper Poem by Mark Heathcote

Hope, gardens every whisper.
Every thought, every flower
a brocade of desire
like dew-fall, they are there to wander.
The landscape of your dreams
to filter down and replenish
every fallen mulched leaf-thereafter.
Every jasmine flower is a stargazer.
White and pure in the now and hereafter
hope, gardens eternal
just-listen to the children's laughter.
Their sudden mist of tears may fall.
But search what happens after
their limbs move gentler than the rain.
When they're in your arms are renewed-
with your love again
hope, gardens every whisper.
To a rainbow's end, we all must surrender-
tender as roots; heads up seeking the stars of heaven.


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Hope, gardens every whisper.
Every thought, every flower
a brocade of desire
like dew-fall, they are there to wander.
The landscape of your dreams
to filter down and replenish
every fallen mulched leaf-thereafter.
To a rainbow's end, we all must surrender-
tender as roots; heads up seeking the stars of heaven.