The Green, Green Grass Poem by Leria Hawkins

While I tiptoe across the notes
Caress the lines, the muse once wrote
I stroke the petals of a rose
Three lines above its final close

I search amid the jagged verse
To decipher meaning of the curse
There's pain and heartache littered there
Waiting for someone to care

Across a sea of brilliant blue
Floats a vessel filled with clues
A message I've refused to see
The ships adrift, the laugh's on me

There is no passion buried deep
Somewhere below the flaming heap
There's just a fire to warm my skin
But it never finds the heart within

So many times, the story's told
A blurred line between hot and cold
Time and again we test our fate
Searching for the perfect mate

Some have said they've found the key
To the other half of harmony
And some will search forevermore
But never find their rightful shore

I for one, have lived my days
Stumbling through a muddled maze
Always looking for the chance
To circumvent my circumstance

While holding fast to make believe
My heart's the only thing deceived
I've felt the bitter wicked wind
It cuts me time and time again

Over, over, I've felt the burn
My weary heart will always yearn
For grass that grows on yonder hill
My eyes will never have their fill

But I've carried on, in my belief
That time's the keeper of the key
Someday the wind will know defeat
And I'll feel that grass beneath my feet