A Hidden Dream

The clouds were scattered all about.
Like cannon fire had pierced the sky with an agenda.

An angel and I went walking in the woods one day.
We barely made it out of the fray.
The trees bent down and told me I was weird,
then my baby upping disappeared.

You took this golden day,
put it on the shelf high up and away.
Let it turn dark and nasty grey.
We drink to meet our new desires,
villains conspire to bring it all down with fire.

Hey lady did you know what was in your garden bower?
I brought you rubies from atop the jeweled tower.
Hold my hand and sleep.
I cannot wait for the rose wall.

Were we trying to purify the mystic hour?
I have no more dreams except for the one I've kept hidden...
sick and dour.