The Dream (She Sleeps) (The Old Backdoor) Poem by Raquel Rebecca

She sleeps
She dreams of a golden afternoon
The sky a blue marble flare
She walks to the old backdoor
Her view, from a hill
Looking up, she sees the brilliant blue sky
Birds and butterflies
She looks back, seeing a reflection
of herself in a puddle
The snow had melted
Gently, spring arrives
An entirely different perspective
She sees an abandoned house
So beautiful and peaceful
Summer comes and the sky is a sunset purple
The sun shines so bright
Nature is at peace
Autumn colors soon arrive
The garden of red delights has returned
The colors now fading like a shadow at dusk
There is now snow on the deck
Only a row of nails in the boards visible
She has found the reason for life in all this beauty
Stretching it to the limits
Surrounding her
Just brilliant beauty
She awakes, leaving paradise
Just knock three times
The old backdoor will soon open up
Once again