Dreamer's Love Garden

One night I dreamed I walked a garden so fair,

With a fragrance so sweet floating on the air;

As I strolled, Heavenly voices cascading I heard,

Singing a refrain that caused my soul to be stirred.

I followed the song till I came to a place,

Earth's horizon blending with Heaven's outer gates;

And amid the soft glow from a deep yellow hue,

The tiny buds sang out, as if on cue.

Their singing soon ended and I spied a small can,

Then the job of watering those buds began;

From the spout came devotion, sharing and care,

And the buds opened fully in a radience rare.

In the dawn's early light, I awoke to find,

The scene from my dream faintly in my mind;

At my window I stopped and bent down to see,

The yellow of roses looking back up at me.

Flowers from buds, they'd matured overnight,

I gazed at the roses, their color so bright;

In my mind there formed a song so sweet,

The song of my dreams I'd heard the bud's repeat.

They sang, "Seedling to bud's, that was our start,

Now roots have grown deep into our hearts;

Delicate stems are binding our souls,

As a life-time together gently unfolds."