Johns Cosmic Garden

Johns cosmic garden where the moose have to pay attention, the leafs fall in love with the lupins and the bees buzz for tomorrow.

Where every inch is made of patience, intention and connection, where John plants a flower everyday until its time to see him again.

Until then I will find him in a monarch’s flap, the wind they sail through,

he will be every forest and every snow fall, the sunrise and the warmth on my skin.

They say only the good die young and I know that to be true. You will live on through the lessons I learned from loosing you.

Never run away from pain, feel it, it’s there to teach you

To hold people close, close and closer

not to wait for tomorrow for what should be said and done today.

And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what happened to you and that we never got to say good bye