Across moral boundaries and fields, there hides a meadow

where grass grows in spirals, casting intricate shadows.

You may only enter if your heart is full of longing;

only true desire keeps the tulips growing.

In this meadow, day is night and night is day,

the disorientation helps wipe my longing tears away.

 

In my ethereal meadow, my true love comes home.

He is mine to the soul, and soul to the bone.

As we run through the meadow under the scattered bluish sky,

life passes by while we spin on our high.

But we’ll only fall out of breath,

and into love.

Guided, protected,

by the stars above.

I feel your soft lips kiss my eyeshadow away,

Tucking all my fears of the day.

 

In this meadow, the beauty is eternal.

Fresh dew drops, sleeping daisies, mountains phenomenal.

The silence breaks through our lifetime of loud thoughts,

dissolving old wounds of repeated gunshots.

The reminder of reality is stowed far away,

in this meadow, my heart is rooted to stay.

 

I have knelt to God, begged Him to postpone

destroy the truth, of our fate unknown.

I see children in my mind, I see how they’ve grown.

Among their soft amber dresses, I lie here alone.

And though the sun will rise, my world would fade black

I know soon my hot tears will come rushing back.

 

But in this meadow my love, your eyes will start to close.

And I promise you’ll dream of me

a step ahead of you

turning back

reaching

for your hand

a sunflower

among irises

back to our silent meadow of flowers,

pain

and desires.