Patience

I wish I could water the flowers that grow

in your pretty head

and watch them blossom

in the springtime

but it's always winter

in your mind

I wish I could twist open the iron cages

that guard your lungs

and breathe air

back into them

but there is no entry;

and they now resemble

old chewing gum

I wish I could remind you of mountains you've hurdled

of raucous storms from which you've emerged

I wish I could remind you

of the flowers in your head

and the air in your lungs

and the heart in your chest

However, this is not what you need.

So now I cradle you

Back to sleep

and patiently wait

for your return to me.