Dreams of Eden

Words left unsaid, are like tiny un-germinated seeds.

They cannot grow,  instead they rot and disappear.

No rose garden? Why not wild flowers or fake flowers.

Pictures of fake flowers even a poem written about pictures of fake flowers.

I know you never promised  a rose garden. 

Still I dream of a garden filled beyond with flowers of just romance.

Promise me a garden with lilies of hope, peace and joy.

Daisies of laughter,  trees of stability and comfort.

 Promise me orchids for the future,  planted with baby’s breath.

Plant me a promise of a garden one day.