I dreamt of a garden
Mystics singing hymns
I saw a peacock dance
His feathers, so intense
The air was tranquil
Clear, no grey clouds
Gentle warmth, sunshine
I wanted to be there longer, forever may be.
Then it all came crashing down, a pile of cards
A dream, I said, cards….
Though the ace seems to be lost, I hope to find it
Somewhere down the line, in the pile of cards.
