The Garden of My Dreams

Come see the garden of my dreams
A world of glass and color
Where things I touch don’t fall apart
And senses don’t grow duller

I go there in the night alone
So I the real can banish
Come see the garden of my dreams
For soon it too will vanish

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

5 thoughts on “The Garden of My Dreams”

  1. That is a stunning stained glass window (assuming it’s a real one). Do you know who did it? Totally different style to the ones I know.. very effective with the different lead strengths :).

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