Description: It's rough but this is defiantly one I will be polishing over the coming weeks.
In the Dreamscape's Meadow -------------------------------------------
Meet me in the meadow so we can feel the green green grass and see the stars that twinkle onward from nights passed.
As I fall into that succumbing sleep.. I see your face and my heart weeps.
A child challenged by adult fire only to see things that could have been.
As the piano sings from it's very keys the language to be heard by those with a broken stare.
... To feel that pain of an object of lifelessness; is to hear the sobbing of a weeping heart.
Just the same- we all differ in this peaceful place we call the dreamscapes.
In joy that comes with remembering things that were not... There is a great pain that enters from things we forgot.
Just the same in the place of stars and song; The planet turns and we move on.
Meet us in the meadow so we can feel the green green grass and see the stars that twinkle onward from nights passed.
Submission Name: In the Dreamscape's Meadow
