In my dream there lies a garden,
Roses growing wild and free.
Where we talk away the hours,
It's our place just you and me.
There's a corner of that garden,
where the birds flock to and fro.
With an arch that's filled with flowers,
It's our favourite place to go.
We sit beneath the canopy,
of flowers you and me.
That dream is oh so special,
Far away from reality.
I love that precious garden,
In dreams it comes alive.
Created from the memories,
The ones you left behind.
Jayne Louise Davies
Beautifully and magnificently expressed! .. Ever so heart felt! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Ohh, How deeply heart touching and beautifully described! .. Draws the reader right into each word and each line! ..
Dreams are far from reality but sometimes they keep us alive. A wonderful poem well expressed.
So very well written, full of beautiful rhyme and rhythm and imagery! So fabulous as ever! Thank you for sharing another grand piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dream is far away from us when we visualise it in REM sleep, sometimes very happy, sometimes unhappy. However u depicted a good picture of your dream by appropriately chosen words.