Tree of Dreams
There is an ancient tree
in a secret garden,
white blossoms like pearls adorn
her arms as she reaches to touch
sun and moon.
Here bangs and booms become bird-trills,
each day beats with a new rhythm
green tendrils climb in harmony
and the air is scented with promise.
Ask if I am here,
and I may answer,
this is a place of dreams
caught between bee-breaths
and the falling of a rose petal,
the last echo of violin, a tremolo
in the night. The place where time
is both a wing-flap and endless flight.
The Oracle made me work for this one. I used tiles from two sets, merged, revised, revised again. . .But I guess she approves—because I found the Redon painting above to go with my poem.
I’m sharing this with dVerse Open Link Night.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
So beautiful, Merril: I found the sounds of your poem incredibly soothing!
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 😊
Once again this is my message from a different angle. Mine asks, yours answers. I love those last two lines. (K)
Thank you!
I think all of our poems are connected.
I love this poem. The image I found most striking was the white blossoms on her outstretched arms. So, where might I find this tree of dreams? I have my bags all packed (metaphorically speaking).
Thank you so much, Liz. That is such a lovely comment. I suppose you have to set your dream compass.
You’re welcome, Merril. I have no control over my sleeping dreams, but I have a working daydream compass.
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Beautiful imagery – if perfectly placed
Thank you so much, Derrick. 🙂
This is incredibly gorgeous writing, Merril! I especially love; “this is a place of dreams caught between bee-breaths and the falling of a rose petal.” Sigh ❤️❤️
Aww–thank you so much, dear Sanaa! ❤️
I love the suspension of reality in your dream poem, Merril.
You’re right, the painting fits the poem perfectly. The Oracle knows the way there…
She does! Thank you, Lisa.
You’re welcome.
This is so lyrical and magical to read. Love the bee-breaths and the sounds of bird-trills.
Thank you very much, Grace! 😊
A mesmerizing piece. “The place where time is both a wing-flap and endless flight.” This is a good place!
Thank you so much, Mish. It is indeed!
exquisite piece, especially that last stanza shines!
Thank you very much, Tricia. I’m so pleased you think so! 💙
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Beautiful and ethereal with a sense of mystery. I really adored the opening of this magical poem!
Thank you so much, Jay. 💙
Max Richter did an 8-hour recording called “Sleep” a while back, and all it steps lightly through this very landscape — aware and not, gentled to something more tender than a starlit garden. This is lovely. – Brendan
Thank you so much, Brendan.
Sitting at my desk, chills up, down, all over ~ I watched “Out of Africa” yesterday … this gorgeous poem is the embodiment of the film’s magic .. the soundtrack, the cinematography, the story …. thank you.
Oh, wow! Thank you, Helen.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Out of Africa. but I’m so pleased my poem evoked that magic for you. 💙
Wherever you are, it sounds delightful.
The Oracle again comes through, with you.
Thank you very much! 😊
This is such a succinct way to describe a dream
The place where time
is both a wing-flap and endless flight.
Thank you very much! 😊
This is perfection, Merril. And I am heading over to that tree right now… it’s of course real, right? Not just in dreams? Sigh…
Thank you so much, Dale! Of course, it must exist. I hope.
It does. we know it.
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