Creative minds are beautiful things

but with them comes power,

power that starts small

a seed of an idea

and without realizing

you've grown yourself an entire garden,

something that needs tending to.

My mind created a Garden of You.

It saw our futures that grew from our pasts,

planted a storyline

with six hundred and fifty-seven endings.

It spread stars across the soil

and watched as they aligned,

waited for the harvest moon to shine

the night we danced to the rhythm

of the rain as it kissed the ground.

My mind planted the landscapes we traveled,

tasted the dirt that caked our shoes.

It weeded out the bad

and watered the good

and now I have a healthy garden

that I never asked for

yet would still tend to because

it was my own accidental creation.

I let my mind create a Garden of You

and someday I will let my garden grow

large enough for you to see.

Maybe then you'll see how much I cared

for the idea of you,

maybe then you'll start one of your own.