Echoes of the silent shore
come with the night
when dreamy eyes slowly close
and a world of lambent landscapes
are revealed
when the mind and soul communicate
with visual scenes of scrambled journeys
through the neverland of the night
where memories overflow
with velvet dreams and misty shadows
dancing on the tips of glittering stars
echoing through an unwakened wakening
in a dream-like state before sleep
June roses, a dream still unwakened
A joy, a gift not yet discovered
Sleeping, breathing and yet still dormant
Curled up in a bud yet to be reborn
Made by angels who chose the pink
And petals soft as a baby's kiss
Mixed the scent from their heavenly gardens
To bring forth when afternoons again shone the summer
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