Field of Dreams

My dreams are now as nightmares,

as I wander through and through,

My mind is now corrupted,

as I wander through the new,

 

New doors have opened to me,

and I've paused then to step in,

wondering, and puzzling,

at all that lies within,

 

I step then through the blackness

of the open portal there,

and I step out into wonder,

that I never then could share,

 

I meet then a real new sight,

as the colors swirl by,

I see a field,a whole new world,

and I step forth now, but nigh!

 

What are these things that dwell here,

oh black creatures of the night,

these skeletons and wanderers,

who blunder in the blight.

 

A road now falls before me,

going down into the field,

I see bright blooms around me,

and I hope they are my shield,

 

A shield now from the danger,

that now dwells within my mind,

among the red, and white, and pink,

I know not what I'll find.

 

Things rise up from the ocean;

sea of Red, and pink, and black,

and I wander on the road there,

looking now for what I lack,

 

my dreams have drawn me to here,

to this field ever bright,

And carry ever onward,

though my mind's not always right.

 

I walk now through the meadow,

and I wonder what it means

to ever, ever wander,

in this endless Field of Dreams.

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Taken on July 8, 2009