Tread Not On Her Dreams

Traipsing a hidden lane of their yesterdays. Rocks and stones each with a name placed, of Endearments as green grass thick with promise, Adorn that nest of rapture in which the stars Dance and the Moon dilate on their demand. Nuances a figment only, unperturbed as to the Onset of a cold stare flicked in an instant, Tossed as inconsequential, a smile to hide by. Oblivious to winds of peril she paved her way, Nurturing a utopia, a road to Camelot up there. Hurl to the rain promises of devotions jaded by Emergence of aging where subtlety evaded rose Replaced with facial erosions by rivers of time. Destroying fences with greener pastures, there Restraints overwhelm his promises of youth Everlasting a poetic expression of love then, As her dreams shattered by strong winds Merging with his fears of passing youth. Sharks thus preying on drifting canoes.