When I'm done with you

A poem inspired by poets with house boats like Shel Silverstein.

When I’m done with you
I want them to find
all the re-imagining
that I’ve left behind,
of all that energy that I’ve
transformed with time
to never once waste
an idea in my mind.

A bath in a garden
for watching the stars.
A picnic patch surrounded
by edible flowers.
A musical tree by the house with my teas.
where the rainfall can offer me symphonies
And seasonal mushrooms
that pop up with ease,
Such delicious patches that I always had,
but you never knew,
for you never asked.

When I’m done with you
I want to be found
beneath all the mosses
I left on the ground.
With the secret little doors
for my fairy gnomes
and the crows, my friends
who’d call my place home.
Here the deer never fear
when I’m ever near.
And the humming birds
always greeted with cheer.

When I’m done with you,
you’ll be of my heir
and all of my heirlooms
will grow everywhere.