BY KENDALL WILLIAMS

A Midnight Garden

I used to think my dreams were forgotten
I used to think they were washed away, broken like a childhood toy
I dreamt of a midnight garden
A place where flowers radiated of a glowing moonbeam
A place where the pond rippled with love
I dreamt of a place where every leaf was unique – and every one remembered
A place where the thought tree grows
A place where every silence is a harmony
I dreamt of a place where snow floated gently
A place where willow branches whispered lightly
A place where darkness was routine

I used to think my dreams were forgotten
I used to think they were locked away, shattered like a useless mirror
But now?
Now I’m not so sure
I dreamt of a place where there were two
A place where she climbed to the uppermost branches of the thought tree
As if it were Mount Everest
A place where he taught the lonely owl how to love without conditions
As if it was all he could think about
I dreamt of a place where there was color
A place where black and white were equal
A place where the sun donated her being for the moon to have a break

I used to think my dreams were forgotten
I used to think they were torn apart, ripped like a piece of paper
But now?
Now I’m sure
I no longer dream of a midnight garden
I stand in the middle of the midnight garden
Watching the stars twinkle with certainty
I wish I could have shattered that useless mirror long ago
I used to think my dreams were forgotten – but I don’t anymore

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