the garden lies still

beneath the moon

and only the last trace

of the flowers remain

for us to remember

that they were ever 

here at all

but beneath the soil

held in layers cradled 

in the roots of their mothers

are seeds waiting their turn

in the way our love is now

preparing release 

from the pod 

and out onto the wind

and perhaps no one will know

what ever has been

in the time between 

this season and that

but when our seed

feels the warmth to ignite

into sprout once again

to make its way 

through the darkness 

and into the sun

the butterflies will come

to drink of the nectar

of what we have grown

in the timeless process of eons

learning and changing 

and coding our better ways

to regenerate to more

than what we have ever

been before

and this one time here

is the synergy made

of a strand in the spindle

of our love's DNA

another marker of when

we touched love so deep

we conspired to evolve it

to something much more