My Garden of Dreams

My Garden of Dreams
I dream of a garden with flowers and snow
Where we walk sweetly and feel the soft blow
Bees and birds and snowmen galore
Santa and Jesus and all I adore
There is no focus on how it should be,
Only the dream of how I want it to be
Surrounded by loved ones, who care who I am
Not how it makes sense,just how it should be
Maybe not to you, but only to me
Angels from heaven with beauty so sweet,
Joining me joy full in song full of glee
Taking me places and spaces of dreams
Where I feel so gentle towards the old Me
A door, which unfolds, is made of pure gold
Through we then walk to unfold more of all
I find a new ME full of laughter and love
I thought I had found Me, in another dream once before
I feel no pain, no hate or sorrow
Only the gentle sweet love I shall borrow
This is Me, I think in my head
I hope I don’t wake and find myself back in bed
What is this garden I dream of today?
Is it my future?
A new place to be?
I dream of the sweetness, the crazy things too, they make me feel normal in a place of distort.
I dream that this dream is not just a dream, my dream of my garden where I so want to be.
I dream of this garden where I can be ME and hope that this Me will find a place right within ME.
Angelswhispers
17/12/2011
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Aww that's so sweet you can almost picture the garden, you did a wonderful job of describing it I want to go and walk in the garden to.. thank you for sharing your dream petal x well penned...

Thank you Annie, means a lot
I often get these thoughts into my head but this is first time I have ever written it down.
Angelswhispers

Always write down what sticks in your head even if it doesn't make sense collect them all up, then look back on them and in some way they will either be a message, or a poem, or even philosophy...always have a pen and paper handy you never know

Friends of long ago entered my dreams last night.
images of the past , since gone.
They did not change as I have changed.
I saw them as they were then.
No longer a part of my life..
But buried deep in my memory.
Buried in my past.
They will stay their.
As I grow old, they will never grow old.
They will stay within my memory.
My friends of long ago.

KAZ

carol swallow wrote: Friends of long ago entered my dreams last night.
images of the past , since gone.
They did not change as I have changed.
I saw them as they were then.
No longer a part of my life..
But buried deep in my memory.
Buried in my past.
They will stay their.
As I grow old, they will never grow old.
They will stay within my memory.
My friends of long ago.

KAZ

Very nicely said Kaz
xx

Often wonder what i think
Empty space within my head
Linking thoughts is hard to do
not wanting to hold a thought of no good
Creation of word
what shall I now say
what if its wrong
what can I say
fear of being punished for speaking my mind
has closed of my feelings
my words dont now rhyme
I wonder what my space in my head I have is for
What does it mean not wanting a thought
Creation of time of wanting to cry
Not letting these feelings making me whine
space in my heart , space in my mind
my space is to be filled with Love and the devine
Hurts have come easy
closing me of
Finding a space to shut it all of
Now open my mind
let in my great thoughts
From Spirit I take the guidance to live
My thoughts are not crazy, my thoughts are not mad
they just want us all
to live in great LOVE.
Just channeled from my heart with help from spirit
Angelswhispers



I will write as it comes so please excuse any spellings