The Poetry Den

      Dreams If dreams like snowflakes softly fell Or flowed like spring from unknown dells And rustled in the twilight’s breeze Or fluttered low beneath the trees And gently sung a lullaby As stars peeked out from windows high For the dreams that fall as snowflakes do Have kissed the weary lucky few And now they slumber in a trance And journey through the lost expanse But save the chosen kindred few That watch the heavens fade from view For the hushed and restless now behold With envy as the dawn takes hold

My Garden Come to my garden, my sister my bride Follow me there with your eyes open wide For there are the flowers of yellow and blue The tapestry painted a glorious hue A place to delight in, to claim as my own A place to reveal my terrestrial throne A place for my queen to revel and dance A place to call home if given the chance I've come to your garden my husband my groom I've seen all the flowers in glorious bloom I'll turn this ambrosial site to a home That your majesty's presence no longer shall roam A place to delight in, I’ll transform the view A place to reveal, how the whole world is You A place for your essence to come down and sing A place for your palace, an abode for the king I gave you my garden my sister my bride But now it lies fallow unfit to reside   The lilies and lilacs, supplanted with weeds Covered in filth, on account of your deeds Higher and further you chased me away Your folly and lies, led you to betray You chose to ignore me, for pleasure an