Walking through endless paths
Mountains in the distance,
The swirling smell of growing herbs ,
Tiny bulbs strung across the tree tops.
A woman,
Blonde hair,
Fragile eyes,
Timid, but warm and welcoming smile.
A soul that I instantly knew.
Her smile reciprocated the feeling.
Plucking and picking herbs in her beautifully crafted wonderland.
"And lavender is for..."
She places it in the small mesh sack.
A gift, filled with seven herbs.
A "dream pillow"
A gift so small,
Yet so meaningful.
This moment, I'll cherish forever.
So tonight, I rest my head
Surrounded by the New Mexico sky,
And summoning pure light and love.
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