If wishes were butterflies
And teardrops were flowers,
I'd have you here with me
In my garden of dreams;
My hopes would be raindrops;
My yearning, the sunshine;
And I'd paint with my brushes
The starry moonbeams . . .

I'd paint a huge canvas
Of love all in colors,
In colors of scarlet
And robin's egg-blue,
In splashes of lavender,
Slashes of ebony,
Touches of spruce,
And ivory, too.

My garden of dreams
Is awash all in colors,
Vibrant and glowing,
Graced by a dove;
My garden of dreams
Is a haven of wishes,
A soft, secret spot
Protecting my love.

A blanket of color
Protecting my love--
A canvas of wishes,
Bright colored wishes,
Wild, wanton wishes
In my garden of dreams.



By Beth B. Jacks