Fairytale world of dreams

pretty dreams of castles

clouds and swirling winds that capture memories
of the garden

little children running through the flowers

deep in the meadow, the cottage waits for the
gatherers, their songs fill the forest with
laughter and beauty

their small feet touch the moss and buttercups
so delicately and gently as if the world of nature
were speaking to them in a beautiful
ancient language

wait.....there is the path,
we are here,

we have found the gate to the garden

the garden
of our dreams . . . . .




i create to fill the earth with beauty and softness,
to heal the tattered souls,
to softly touch the smile that has been forgotten

those who have saved my spirit, I have
kept them in the precious memory in my dreams.