I dreamt of finding
a secret place,
a place never to
be found again.
A sacred garden…
with shimmering pool
fed by streams winding
through wild flowers
and willowy trees…

By the pool
was a shrine,
of a golden goddess.
The sunbeams danced.
An ember light
sparked her eye.
She began to stir.
I was bedazzled
by such beauty.

But then the sky
grew dark.
A cloud’s shadow
descended
upon the garden
bringing shivering,
brittle,
ice-clear night.
Then reality
vomited from the earth.

And I awoke --
to a gray, wet morning…

Raindrops turn to teardrops
as they bead upon my window.
And I lay there staring….
thinking about gardens…..

Beautiful visual/dream!

Very Nice