Last night gave me a very interesting dream.
I dreamed the gardens of time.
More precisely, I saw only the threshold two of them.
The first one was more like a forest,
Forest in late autumn.
Cold, dank, damp, repulsive
With the entire web of paths and trails,
Lost in a dense fog, through which even the sky is not visible.
Here, a time is death.
What was lost here, never will return again.
I need to find something here, but not now.
Now I can only watch.
The second is a park in an abandoned mansion,
Which still bears traces of the caring hands of the gardener.
Trees still keep their shape, flower beds, garden sculptures intact.
The time stood still Here .
Absolutely everything is covered with frost,
But not chilly, and dry and warm.
The gardens have a Master ....but you can not see him.
I can not be here, there will come the one who I'm lead by the hand.
But I do not remember who it is ...
One of the statues is like a porcelain doll.
Round baby face covered with a network of fine cracks.
Body was entwined with ivy, somewhere has already grown moss.
Through dark eye dips visible some mechanism ...
Frightening beauty, mesmerizing!
Crunk! ....... Sound have moved the clock hands ...
Empty Eyes "doll" look at me.
I see how the mechanism inside the head is ready to make the next step.
Us noticed.
It's time to leave.
How is intently watch a eyes which not able to see .......
I want to see this dream again. Possible with the continuation!
