and in some secret place i'll be waiting for you
with tame and disgrace and velvet shoes
swinging across puddles on vines of vert
come to the garden and plant my trees
survey they earth on scraped raw knees


i could keep you here for hours
and you would forget who you were
climbing nimble, plucking flowers
my arms will cross a-front and lurk
underneath a cotton ball with falling seeds

hurry before the winter brings
and it is time to return home from dreams
of greenery and hovering bees
thriving brush giving way to sleeping trees
blanketed by white covering

i'll remind you at the clocks stricken cord
memory returning to hasten the ward
you'll run away from the weave
sink again into time rushing where you need to be
leaving me softly to keep up with rhyme
as i swing from the seat until next time

the imagery is awesome!