Meadows
shimmer and drip drops of mirrors
A
tune carries over the hills
Deep
laughs from men vanish the childish fears
And
the fireside warmth takes away any chill
Shadows
dance and cackle with glee
A
solomn dirge stale on the lips of the enslaved
Gullible
people who once were free
Now
lay in shambles and are covered in chains
The
picture the artist paints is confused and gray
Their
lover is no longer their one true love
Grubby
hands desperate seek for the rich man's pay
And
look for warmth in the wallowing mud
One
world is real
One world is not
One
world made her feel
The
other tied her mind in knots
A
stumbling figure cries dirty tears
Fills
her hair with ashes and breaks at the seams
She
looks desperately, her eyes searching the mirror
For
no more, no more, does she dream