I once believed in the songs of meadowlarks
and the secret mists of early mornings.
And that the dreams of men might sail
on ardent breezes and rest in the gentleness
of a warm, springtime embrace.
I believed in the promise of seasons.
Each constant and…
In fields of goldenrods,
sad smiles are met with nods
as true beauty is at last found
cloaked in the colour of dreams and gods.
I once read about you
against back drops of blue
inside a poem that someone sowed
from all that they once believed they knew.
But from amongst the weeds
my broken life it bleeds
in full colour it paints true…
Added by Cindy Kelly on November 12, 2013 at 10:00pm — No Comments