Field Of Glass Poem by R W Burke

Starting out with hope and joy
The future calls with wink of eye
Ecstatic view of ‘Life ahoy! ’
In which their love can all but fly
Hope filled days that come to pass
Lush and green like blades of grass

Side by side new path they tread
Adventure born in every stride
Oblivious to what lies ahead
When suddenly her dream’s belied
And all the lush green blades of grass
Crack as though they’re made of glass

As time goes on his manner’s changed
His sulky nature comes to light
As tantrums fly, her love’s estranged
Whilst all he wants to do is fight
And promises of love that lasts
Turn into mounds of shattered glass

Mighty man-child turns to spew
His petulance so fierce and raw
Such arrogance his point of view
So thoughtlessly his word is law
His temper quick but slow to pass
All reason turns to futile farce

Engulfed by all his selfish gloom
Her calm is, in the end, opposed
His disposition fills the room
‘til tenderness is decomposed
Whilst golden love fades into brass
She’ll tiptoe ‘through the field of glass

Thus, in the twilight of its course
Our lovers drift e’er more apart
Friendship, faith and trust disperse
Abandoning a broken heart
And vows of love like lush green grass
Lay dying ‘mongst the shards of glass.