Green Fields Of Sleep Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Sweet heart of mine is calling
Somewhere a feeling when in dreams
For Mine, blue skies are falling
Now the stars up high I see

Once a day becomes a year
In a dream too often wander
Always looking with desires
Often felt inside of Thee

Am I now within this moment
Caught by enchantment, haunting dreams
Blue eyes before the skies have fallen
Have failed to break the love set free

If only dreaming 'real;
Became a wish of only truth
Then this feeling willing, hoping
For mine, My love for you

Mirrored minds burn offerings
Pursuing journeys of living dreams
Magic potions while chanting words misspoken
Made of mushrooms from the fields of green

By far and never lonely
Pretending in each night, believed
To be mine, forever, always
Must return before a deeper sleep

(07/29/2022)