A Timeless Place
There is an english garden that I visit in a dream,
where trees are full of blossoms and the atmosphere serene.
A canopy of branches lightly shades a winding lane
and sunlight filters through the trees and warms a gentle rain.
Wild lavender and daisies grow around the willow trees,
and red and yellow daffodils sway gently in the breeze.
Resplendent water lilies on the pond lend gentle grace,
and butterflies in courtship play, then lovingly embrace.
Beyond the lily pond a white thatched cottage stands alone,
with picket fence and climbing vines, I know that it's my home.
The peonies in white and pink are lush and in full bloom,
and as I pass the garden gate I smell their sweet perfume.
My dear cat Elle is waiting for me on the welcome mat,
then follows me inside the house for cuddles on my lap.
The light is slowly fading as the sun begins to sink,
and leaves behind a brilliant glow of crimson, red and pink.
This dream is in a timeless place where visions become form,
and this is where you'll find me, when I'm once again reborn.
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