Garden by the wishing well

Garden by the wishing well

Take these distilled moments and let it be spilt into a wishing well. 
bc it’s meant to be spent
And lost
Let love be treasured
there’s no expiration
create a new default
Where faults are now fertile ground
For gold dafodils to sprout
Weave a new basket to pick away all doubt
there is no rush
There is no hurry
whisper all your fears away
with the soft glow of late bloom
let it consume the grief away
let it lash the confusion with lush lavender
be rained upon with cream rose petals
that reflect good memories from the past

This is your garden and that is your well.
so flourish
And let trickle the days you fell


Of course I wrote about Time

Time isn’t for us to beat

it’s to be consumed

for we all need time to grow
and time to spend
to generously lend
it’s not for haste
nor be vulgar and spit and waste it
health wealth and glory
it’s more than all this- it’s the whole story
with every blink we need to see
and breath we take to brisk and shuffle
through each step we risk
time is just that
from seed to pod and leaflet to stem and
finally once bloomed
a marvelous gem
time is our miracle to consume
eager to be used
to create things anew
leave old things to pass
to overcome the sadness, Alast
bury the madness
and let it be dwindled by the spindling
happiness, so vast
it’s the space to think and solve
to play up ways to evolve
to control and conquer
everything that we’re meant for
sophisticated and intricate
unique with no redundancy
despite the hypnotic intervals
the perfectly calculated seconds
something fresh and clean
is ready to take its start
only if you give it time
and do your own part