I had a dream.
My mind was filled
with images of
carvings out of exotic woods
songs passionately played
words smithed into beautiful poetry.
I saw a lovely garden
planted by the very hands
which turned to gold
everything they touched.
In vibrant reds and pinks,
roses grew for the one
he loved.
Swirling letters in
calligraphic art
formed those very words
my heart cried.
This vision brought me
to tears,
to the very brink
of collapse,
for as I awoke
to morning's sun
I understood.
In my sleep, I saw
what I wished
I was.
Then I accepted
that it was
only a dream.
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