When you walk in an angel’s garden
You see what you want to see,
Everything fits your image of perfection.
Yet more …
You begin to see what you have not yet imagined
Each sight excites new visions
Whose shapes and colours merge wondrously.
Yet more …
As delight enwraps you
The vision becomes a dream
Which absorbs you.
Yet more …
With the dream
The angel appears
To touch you with peace.
Yet more …
When you wake from the dream
All you see from then on
Will be a garden.
Your garden.
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