I dream of gardens.
Camila petals soft and seductive.
I dream of roses. Roses warm against an old brick wall.
The whitest peonies I would hang from a crystal chandelier.
I would braid garlands of irises and create a throne.
Then sit in the gloaming and listen to a weeping violin.
A crimson tulip would light my way into the night where I would close my eyes and dream of joyful gardens.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt creep in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a day, you shall begin it well and serenely.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)