I walked along

a magic garden

the sun lent me her shine

so I could admire the flowers she raised

in all their color

“Tranquil”

they whispered all day long

the crows bathed in the springs

children played

in secret passage ways

The magic garden

became my favorite wine

I forgot where I was

I didn’t need music—

I didn’t need music

a beautiful girl

asked to brush my hair.

a magical garden,

indeed.

When I left the garden,

my magic broke

sound returned so blaring

I needed music again.

“Tranquil”

they whispered no longer.

a face awaited in the concrete

time began its slow descent

to the end

of a beautiful dream