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Dreamlands
A parade of floating, verdant fields
appear within a clouded dream
idyllic islands in the sky
a tranquil vision, peaceful sigh
of heavenly serenity.
Yet now, the scene is set adrift
by ominous and darkened twists
of blackened branches
that weave and weave
they suffocate and bring unease
within this solemn surreal sight
of stricken trees that die at night.
Now all around these floating fields
sad, lonesome cattle graze
they graze and graze
in an endless maze
how strange and sullen are their ways
it leaves the mind in a perpetual haze.
A muted sky surrounds
with drifts amidst the clouds above
and still below, more clouds abound
within this realm, both high and low
dark solos haunt
they ever wail and mark the spot
where dreams await their end, their lot
by what is not, by what is not.
Copyright ©
Laura Leiser
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