The Dreamweaver’s Garden

In a realm where sleep and wake entwine,
There lies a garden, yours and mine,
Where blossoms burst with visions bright,
And petals unfurl in dreaming light.

The gardener, a figure cloaked in mist,
With fingers that have moonbeams kissed,
Tends to flowers of every hue,
Each one a dream, both old and new.

Roses bloom with lover’s sighs,
Daisies sprout with children’s cries,
Lilies open to reveal,
Fantasies that time can’t steal.

Butterflies on gossamer wings,
Carry whispers of ancient things,
Messages from realms long past,
Secrets never meant to last.

The air is thick with memory’s scent,
Of moments gone and time well spent,
Perfumes of joy and sorrow’s sting,
Mingling with each breath of spring.

Sunflowers tower, reaching high,
Their faces mirrors of the sky,
Reflecting hopes and aspirations,
Of dreamers from across the nations.

Orchids rare and hard to find,
Hold the thoughts of troubled minds,
Their complex blooms a safe retreat,
For fears and doubts we dare not meet.