When was it that the moon stopped it's wonderful glow? <br />How was it that the stars ceased to shine? <br />Where was it that the sun cried out the night? <br />Why is it that the clouds must mask our truths? <br /> <br />The sky bleeds a wonderful blue. <br />Encouraging the dreams of two. <br />The meadows sing their enchanting song. <br />Lusting for the love missed so long. <br /> <br />Colors Swirl around and about. <br />The passion can't help but to scream and shout. <br />To come so close, but never to touch. <br />The curse of the dream, falls on many as such. <br /> <br />Stand tall, stand proud, stand strong. <br />They all say, but all fall to the Meadow's song. <br />Love me tender, Love me true. <br />They all say, but they bleed like Skies blue. <br /> <br />I am a slave to my own dreams. <br />Some envy my gift to paint with words, such beautiful scenes. <br />Yet I am no more than a slave. Slave to my dreams. <br />The grand illusion of love, makes me scream.<br /><br />Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-in-the-field-of-dreams/
