the gardeners

We are strangers who will meet in a boulevard

Going in different directions until we meet

Then kissing each other as the sun shines it way

Holding our hands tight sharing the journey-

 we walk in same direction

building new dreams on the way

watching the spring taking over the winter

On the side of that road we will make a garden

Then watching the garden blooming the roses of love

For a period we are gardeners,

Some where in the corner of that garden we 

will sit ,on an old seat, satisfied ,loved and happy

But then grey and autumn will shade our life

breaking the promises 

And soon the garden is no longer the same 

The birds will leave the colors will fade

And  the gates of the garden will be closed

But our journey will not be over here

for we will walk together

 one in eternity and one in life.