Garden of My Dreams - AOWS SHORTS

Garden I wander, garden of wonder, garden around, above, and under! Garden of my life, in thy yard, each morning, I find myself a new-born denizen, gazing profoundly in dumbfounded awe. O the marvelous miracles I saw! Shapes of mystery, of fear, of delight! O overwhelming color of my sight! Joy so sweet my spirit was ether-filled! By sound instilled, by scent high, by touch thrilled, I wandered the path in earnest yearning, the fair faces of creation learning. Lo! Morning-sunlit sward so green and free, that bound with faith my innocence to me! The stuff of pleasant dreams is made of such.

Should that the bee had never stung my touch! Light would be my heart, bright would be my eyes, could time forget his tiresome lullabies - Were I gifted to see beyond my tears, and blessed to live a life of countless years! But I am bound to obey the dictate of an uncompromising magistrate, who grants but a meager portion of breath. Dolefully, I approach the grove of death, consoled only by the lingering thought that as the laws of creation are wrought, whether I long come to heaven or end, upon this garden’s will I must depend, to see me drift peacefully off to sleep, and in her flowers my significance keep.

Did you smell the flowers of your day?

***************************************************

Garden of Dreams

Though withers fast the vine of ambition,
From the seeds of imagination
Hope shall come to a fruition.
Wisdom is my insinuation.
With eternity as my goal,
I can grow anything my heart esteems
On the arbor of my soul,
In a garden of dreams.

~ Daniel F Mitchell