She follows the path in her dreams
Where fantasy takes her away,
A haven apart from all cares,
A sweet solitude for the day.
The gardens of Heaven are there,
Where peace and enchantment are found.
There, words and the scents in the air
And sounds of the morning redound.
A day with the solace of mind,
Away from all trouble and strife,
The gardens of flowers and words
Are gifts on the journey of life.
February 22, 2013 For Isaiah