Gardens of Flesh and Dreams

In the Garden of Flesh,

my desires can not come true.

Folds of gray matte with black,

 all I hold onto is washed away in white.

Dare I, open the door.

Slip through the folds of reality,

into the vivid Garden of Dreams.

A garden full of desires, creativity, and color.

In such a place my heart aches; pounding

fighting me towards a certain power within.

My eyes overtake the boundaries of never ending fields.

The hills rolling under summer wind, and

light from a warm sun cascading over my pale skin.

Flowers, cold; now defrost.

Dripping their essence onto my bare toes.

I scrunch them in the grass, digging into the earth

And breathe.

Reviews

[Cerebriation]

I love the imagery and storytelling! Keep the passion in your words!

[ForeverMusic18]

I really like it, especially how it over comes the intimacy of dreams and on how we need to escape sometimes. good job:)

[Alicante lullaby]

i truely adored your tiny escapade...and they way you relay that dreamy feeling is overwhelming...