Is this the garden of the gods, a place of perfect peace where at the end of every day - in Morpheus’ arms release- soft twilight beckons gentle sleep, so does my soul lie down, in sweetest slumber of a dream and timeless night I drown. My love, you are that garden’s key, ambrosia you seem, and nectar, all in one you are… You’re gone, ‘t was but a dream.
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This is fantastic, Joyce! Your words soothe.
I love this Joyce — the tranquil garden, the theme of dreaming, emphasize the ephemeral nature of love and happiness. ✨💜🤗