In this dream, there is only you

Sitting on a cold bench
in the center of an arbor maze
waiting patiently, hands folded
songbirds above you and rose petals below your feet.
On the edge of the garden the sun sets.

A pink hue touches the white fence, a sundial
and the side of your face
~ warm reflection.

It would be surreal
had I not seen it with my own eyes

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