I keep the gate to this

secret garden locked

but I know that

you are as a bird

or maybe a butterfly

something soft and shy

and winged

so that there is always 

invitation for you here

always a place to drink

always a forest of branches 

waiting to hide you

in their arms

and flowers that long

to show you off

and even on the days

you do not come

I will tend what wants to be

a sanctuary

cultivated not to grooming

but to grow as wild 

as wild can grow

and you are free to come and go

however the wind is pleased

to take you on its breeze

and still these things are here

for you to come and rest

to find safety in love's nest

or wander through

to discover and unearth

if curiosity should ask

but it is here each night

and day 

and all you need to do

is find your way 

to where this hidden place

is not a secret 

kept from you