Restless Reaper

My words are gone, all given away,
To the puzzle pieces of your heart,
Ghosts put together by lines I say,
When we’re alone and in the dark.
Your shifting shapes, my marionette,
Your little games aren’t over yet,
But what could I give, with nothing left,
Besides my heart, your final theft.
May I stay silent for a little while,
To watch your violent, longing smile?
May I stay my lips, to simply see,
If my quiet touch invades your dreams.
You, the lovely reaper in my garden,
Set down your tools and catch your breath.
The spring is not the time for harvest,
But time for sprouts to wake from death.
Sow your seeds in me, my dear.
Just as poetry holds future near,
Labor no more and stay your fears.
Watch this grow; Lay with me here.
Budding blossoms do crown your hair.
Your peaceful pollen flows through the air.
Your patient waters nurture and care,
For the precious flowers who grow so fair.