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Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: The Journey Home (Chapter 7 of 7)

Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: The Journey Home (Chapter 7 of 7)
Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: The Journey Home (Chapter 7 of 7) by Christopher Sopher ℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025
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Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: The Journey Home (Chapter 7 of 7)
by Christopher Sopher
℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025

Valley of the Sun Press — Crazy Daisy the Pug© Poetry
December 4, 2025

The Journey Home
Volume 1, Poetry 7 of 7

Then—she felt it.
A shift. A pull.
A whisper through the roots, a call upon the wind.
Something was waiting.
Something was pulling her back.

Her paws tingled, her breath ran deep,
the garden swayed, the colors seeped.
Soft edges blurred in silver streams,
the hush between the waking dreams.

“I have to find my way back.”

Nose to earth, she traced the air,
the scent of home was woven there.
She ran—faster now, with knowing feet,
through tangled brush and fields of wheat.

The dream unraveled, thread by thread,
the golden hues turned soft instead.
A sound—a scent—a tether tight,
pulling her toward the morning light.

And then—
A scent.
Savory, rich, drifting low,
like warm reminders, soft and slow.
A rope unseen, a tether bright,
pulling her back from fading night.

Food.

The dream flickered, dimmed, withdrew,
like twilight’s last reluctant blue.
Her body stilled, her breath stretched wide,
her slumber’s world now cast aside.

Daisy stirred.

Eyelids fluttered, paws unfurled,
a yawn stretched deep, her tail swirled.
The earth was different, firm and known,
the morning air, the desert stone.

She stretched, she sighed, she blinked anew,
but something lingered—something true.

A tug. A whisper. A feeling near.
She turned her head—and saw them there.

Luna. Puck. Celeste.
Standing at the garden’s seam,
glowing like a fading dream.
Their wings like echoes, slow in flight,
their smiles caught in morning light.

They raised their hands, a soft goodbye,
a farewell wrapped in golden sky.
And Daisy wagged her tail once more,
a silent answer—”I see you, too.”

And then—

They faded, light as air,
as if they were never there.

The dream had ended.

But the magic?

The magic would always remain.

The End.


Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Dream
Chapter 2: The Awakening
Chapter 3: Daisy Meets Luna
Chapter 4: The Watchful Guardian
Chapter 5: Puck the Golden
Chapter 6: Daisy’s Secret World
Chapter 7: The Journey Home

Christopher Sopher

Christopher Sopher

Christopher Sopher is a writer, poet, songwriter, photographer, and software engineer living and creating in Phoenix, Arizona. Questions or comments: Email: csopher@sopher.net

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