I Dream of Green Meadows

Eulogy-like poem.

She dreamed of a world that was never there
A palace where she would be princess
She dreamed of a place that she could escape
A world created by dreamers

Bitter rose sunsets
Lakes filled with ink
Jade colored rocks
Skies tinged with tickle-me-pink

She was always the princess
In this far-away land
A palace to escape to
A break from reality.

I dreamed along with her
In her bed, she would lie
The cost of this paradise
She eagerly paid.

I dream of the world
That she has now fled
A tear falls down my face
As I see her empty bed.

I dream of green meadows
Pure and plentiful flowers
Air scented with citrus
Unblemished, sweet sunshine to brighten her days.

I open my eyes and I see the world which I have remained
The darkness, the death, the never-ending pain.

I dream for this girl,
This beautiful girl.
I dream that the world created by dreamers
Is everything she wanted it to be.

I wish for this girl,
This adolescent girl.
I wish for her safety in that world created by dreamers
Dreams aren't always what they seem.

I pray for this girl,
This magnificent girl.
I pray for her love to never stop blooming

I dream of green meadows
Pure and plentiful flowers
I dream of a perfect world for this girl to flee to

I approach the casket in which she lays

I dream for her, for that world made by dreamers
I wish for her, for that world made by dreamers
I pray for her, for that world made by dreamers
For that world made by dreamers may be all that she dreams.

She dreamed of bitter rose sunsets
Lakes filled with ink
Jade colored rocks
Skies tinged with tickle-me-pink.

I dream of green meadows
Pure and plentiful flowers
Air scented with citrus
Unblemished, sweet sunshine to brighten her days.

I dream for this girl,
This adolescent girl
That she may find her far-away palace
And that it might be all that she dreamed.