Wait for me in the garden

Wait for me in the garden, whispers the wind,
under the radiant sun that bathes the flowers,
the hour of a morning, a tender moment,
full of promises, of sweet loves.
After an afternoon, with golden light,
when the shadows embrace the river,
an evening at the top, where the sky weeps,
and the echo of laughter is our challenge.
Perhaps at midnight, when all is silence,
the stars shine in a distant corner,
I'll be dreaming, in the deep canvas,
your eyes, the beacons of my human destiny.
So wait for me in the garden of roses,
where whispers become poetry,
amidst the fragrances and embraces of goddesses,
with each morning, life will blossom.