Dreams of white
By Darmok
In the garden where I muse, Over the canvas that I choose. There find my peace within the soil, Which yields its love therein I toil. Along the shady Jasmine trails, Of dirt gathered beneath my nails. I plant my dreams of summer sails, Sweet perfumes and Canterbury tales. Cut flowers of white and red, The lovely earth from which they fed. I hold you dear twill make my bed, Will come the day I lay my head. Passing quietly in the night, No remarks or dreadful fight. A silent passing into that night, Put to sleep, the dreams of white. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 05:49 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 1
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