I love this.

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

dear garden keeper.

please create your dwelling place in me

Where the wind blows

Please don't tell my secrets to the wind,

Because the wind will reveal them to the sea,

And the sea will deliver them to the four corners of the earth.

Then my secrets wont be secrets at all,

But instead, stories widely told about a naive girl who told her secrets to you.

From Weeds to Windflowers.

To my garden keeper;

You began a work in me.

To the world, I was a dirt mound,

Covered in weeds,

Unbalanced,

And my soil was worn.


But to you, I was a plush garden,

Covered in life,

Blooming in color,

And to you,

I -was beautiful.

As time passed,

You came to visit me everyday.

I loved to see you.

Even though it hurt to be groomed,

I loved to feel your hands in my soil,

Yanking, combing, sowing me.

And I knew,
You loved me too.
I was yours,
And you were mine.

When we first met- you see,
I was afraid,
Because I was nothing,
And You-- You were everything.

But you showed me that I could trust you.

You were so proud of me.

You gave me life as you kneeded me,

And pressed little seeds into me.

And, I gave you beauty,
You pulled from me, the most vibrant buds.

When the others saw me,

They became overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed with awe,

Becasue your hands were like magic.

You see, my garden keeper,

I knew I held the secret to something so much bigger.

But I needed you.

I needed you to pull my weeds,

I needed you to grow me.

I love you garden keeper.

You saved me.

You were the first to love me.

You brought me from weeds to windflowers.