I was walking in a beautiful natural garden. All was well maintained and all the plants imaginable in the whole world were there. The trees were full, green and shady and many bore fruit. There were vegetable patches and benches to sit and ponder on.
I could hear birds of all sounds singing in the twilight rest. Water was running from natural springs, cool clear and fresh. Each droplet that escaped the main stream would glitter for a second before disappearing back into the gush of movements fluid, or splashing on old rocks covered in feldspar of the lightest, luminous green, pale to almost bluish.
I sat down and observed this paradise and thought how beautiful it all was, the perfect garden for Eternal lovers to be.
As I sat there, tears began to well up in my eyes, and it was hard to see, but I didn’t care, for I was feeling very sad. You see, there was no one in the garden with me. It seemed so empty of feelings. Yet all the shadows were there, dancing. And I thought that if I could just pretend to know that the garden was the home of two special beings, then that what was what the meaning of life was all about.
But I was alone and I wept silently.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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