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I had the dream
I had the dream within the dream
the flowers they all knew nothing,
they were only cascading a silver wave
of a source from a moonbeam falling
The moon arose
the rose awoke
a flower of an ordinary existence,
she was in the garden sleeping
In memory of the moon lain teaming
to the new day,
thinking the moon knew something,
she headed off in some eastwardly direction.
the flowers they all knew nothing,
they were only cascading a silver wave
of a source from a moonbeam falling
The moon arose
the rose awoke
a flower of an ordinary existence,
she was in the garden sleeping
In memory of the moon lain teaming
to the new day,
thinking the moon knew something,
she headed off in some eastwardly direction.
Published 15th May 2015
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15th May 2015 6:35am
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Anonymous
15th May 2015 8:12am
Wonderful dream, moon wisdom is a fascinating theme!
"the great mirror of reflection..." I was so intrigued by your story; just awesome. :) And then to think, I too am writing the moon as the moon is telling a story - and yet it's so different. Exciting stuff indeed yet to come, and thank you for the ongoing support and inspiration.
Anonymous
17th May 2015 7:51pm
My pleasure! Happy my story inspired you, yes, our works differ though both honor the moon.
Each in our own way. thank you too for support and friendship!
Each in our own way. thank you too for support and friendship!
15th May 2015 11:50am
When I was a kid in school, the teacher told us to write an
essay about a flower in the garden - and then mocked me,
encouraging the other kids to join in, because I wrote that my flower went for a walk..."I think you'll find flowers can't walk, Paul, he sneered..." They can't write essays, either, I said...he kept me in the classroom at playtime...
essay about a flower in the garden - and then mocked me,
encouraging the other kids to join in, because I wrote that my flower went for a walk..."I think you'll find flowers can't walk, Paul, he sneered..." They can't write essays, either, I said...he kept me in the classroom at playtime...
17th May 2015 6:45pm
Meanies. I planted a morning glory once only to wake one day and find it strangling my roses. It should suffice to say that the flowers have a better imagination than us. :)
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