Garden mystical, snug with cotton leaves
Slumbering petrichor, I miss it greatly
Little turmeric bloom
Window shelf of your room
Taking turns to dance
With shades of violet rue
Casted whimsical
It's more than what we say
Wanting to belong
In the worst naive way
Waters serpentine
Dark cerulean
Taking turns to brush across
The bottom of a pool
For our torpedo
Who stirs the embers
Stares and sees you in its picture?
Who? It's this voice I hear
Please, wake up this time
Please, make up your mind
Please take care
Please take care
Tearing at grass with our hands
Thinking of what to say
Taking turns to dance
Behind our stovetop flame
Garden mystical
I haven't forgotten