Hidden Meadow

Imagine this - a meadow kept away
from sight's first glance, upon which I would view;
Lilacs, lavender and daffodils grew,
and kept bees extra busy through the day,
with gentle breezes they ardently sway.
While sweet song-bird's melodically coo;
I lay observing cloudless skies of blue,
enchanted by nature's amorous play.
 
Were I the first to touch this pure divine,
or the next knight to taste it's tempting wine?
As I sit under the cool shade of trees,
all time would suddenly begin to freeze;
like balloons floating up into the air,
it seems I've forgotten my sense of care.
 
With new leisure I stroll along a stream;
when I should hear, the pleasant loving fruit
of a distant satyr's romantic lute,
as he attempts to fulfill his vile scheme;
to woo the hearts of nymphs, his wildest dream.
With daedalus's gold wings I am enroute,
towards a golden horizon I shoot,
until I'd pass under the sun's bright-beam.
 
I flew to high, enveloped in your love,
as I fluttered around envious doves,
And when my grace was stolen I would fall,
I hurled towards the ground and lost it all.
A broken shell of the man I once was,
my place in your garden was put on pause.