If I Were A Garden Poem by Ballerina With Fins

If I were a Garden,
I would be secret, Dark
clover hues over Sandalwood,
cast in tendrils
of shadow, locked up
in perfidious gloom with
the tinkling
of frigid metal.

And you would be my key.

and If I were a Garden
I would bloom for you, flowers
of brilliant yellows, fiery reds, resplendent oranges
shy pinks.

my mellifluous little soul
bursting in rapture
into a glorious Sunset of Spring
for you, my love.

And I will be green,
oh yes I will be green.
For you I shall be green.

And the distant daisies,
shall dip their daisy heads,
ever so slightly,
to the direction of You,
your omnipotent Presence.

And the gentle breeze, it sighs a little.
And the trees sway,
A salutation to the spirit
of Summer.


For, if I were Garden,

You would be
Gardener.