The richness of the roses in the fields
Keep me awake at night in Dreamland.
The moonlight through the fields and
The crimson fluffy dress
Are a sight for eager eyes.
Weeping willows sob stories.
The tears are fluorescent in the beginning of twilight.
The garden isn’t enclosed anymore.
It stretches for miles and birds sing and vines
Slip through the soil and a heart is
Pulsating for what feels as if the first time.
My how a treasure the landscape blooms love
After salty tears had wiped away the possibility.
Oh how the lake fills the trenches
And I am anxiously swimming to the precipice where the visions meet.
Quietly I am anticipating the slow wakefulness that eventually comes.
Here, the hopes are not impractical.
They are just misplaced.
Oh the richness of the roses in Dreamland!