I dreamed of plants

Filling a room with colour

So many flowers I had never seen before

Rich purple hues vivacious reds and yellows

What names them is of no mind

Even now, their identities are as hidden

As the reason for a conversation with a strange young man

About land reclamation

Or the fact that my parents had come to stay

In my gleaming new glass tower,

Overflowing as it was with plantlife

The like of which I had never seen outside of Kew,

When they have both been dead these many years,

And you, still absent

I knew you were once there

Travelling in parallel

Walking through the veil

Enriching my soul

Teaching me to nurture your plants

Even in dreams, I have been a sceptic

Without a green finger to call my own

No more able to tend a memory

Than to keep it alive

Am I just a bad gardener?

Unable to protect a life that has become too fragile

Lost in the woods

Doomed to wander

Looking for purpose

As life is so richly blossomed

In the all-around

Awaiting recognition

From me

That the time has come, to bloom.