• Dodging whispering shadows,
    meeting golden eyes
    peering from the hallows.
    Dancing with the late birds cry
    jumping from star to star
    relishing the untaited light.
    Wading in 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.
    Ofa lesson learned much too soon.
    Turn back child of innocence!
    Turn back to the fields of sleep
    away from the forest of tears,
    shatterd 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 slaugher of laughter.
    Run my child of innocence!
    Before your heart has a chance
    to crack, to break
    Echoing in the lonely silence of the forest of fields.