A Dream

Endless tracks cut a geoglyphic maze through the grass A sudden gust whirls a messy cocktail into the summer air Grassy hills roll playfully in the distance Closer to my heart, she glides eloquently down a fragile track Cracks in the path forming an intriguing array of shapes You could choose one, line it with blood Colour it with emotion And still be no closer to the induction of a lasting heartbeat Flowers adorn her hair, striking an irrepressible innocence upon her weary eyes She sings the sweetest song, though a fair distance from the past I know It starts with a sharp shrill as if borne of childbirth Rises to meet my twisting brows in a crescendo of glee Settles on an ingrained compulsion to sing in tandem Insisting quietly, softly, That when the song ends, something must colour the emptiness inside Like our timeless wishes coming true she dreams this dream for you