…and you’re spellbound by May’s charms <br />Inhaling softness of the breeze <br />A butterfly upon your arm <br />Keeps the secret of the apple-trees. <br /> <br />And gentle petals falling down <br />Dancing with the graceful wind <br />Cover you with rosy gown <br />Protecting from awakening. <br /> <br />The sun caresses your blissful face <br />Birds sing frisking in verdure <br />Unconscious, blind with flower maze <br />You’ve lost Elysium so pure. <br /> <br />… you open your eyes. <br /> <br />Torments with suppressed desire - <br />Feel the nightmare of the day <br />Your heart is seized with hopeless fire <br />But no more chances to escape. <br /> <br />You’re left to watch your greatest hopes <br />Mercilessly fall to the ground <br />Illusive petals, your mind’s joke, <br />Now make you bear the daily round. <br /> <br />A dying voice in your majestic soul <br />Whispers: ‘ your wishes left unspoken <br />Somebody has played you foul <br />Abate your pride: dreams were made to be broken’.<br /><br />Xana Mori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-apple-trees-are-in-blossom-dreams-were-made-to-be-broken/
