Forest of Fields

Dodging Whispering shadows, meeting golden eyes peering from the hallows. Dancing with the late birds cry. Jumping from star to star, relishing the untainted light. Wading in the fields, ceaseless so far. Creasing with the moon out of sight, casting a graceful light. A sad tune whispers on the wind, from a forest of fields. How far will you go for that sad tune? Speaking of a broken heart dreadfully sinned, of a lesson learned much too soon. Turn back child of innocence! Turn back to the fields of sleep, away from the forest of tears shattered with cracks so deep. Run from that sad tune! Bound to your future of mirrors, shield your heart, small child, from the fruit of the forest of fields that ripen with the slaughter of innocence! Before your heart has a chance to crack, to break echoing in the lonely silence of the forest of fields.