Ramblings

My dreams these days have been really strange.
Memories of the past mixing with future events
The mind of an enigmatic personality
Ruining the world so full of sin
The ramblings of a woman so alone
When all her friends are so delicately hid
The patchwork drawings of a faerie’s dream
In the water soaked bed of the river.
Dreams of merigolds in the summer rain
Falling to the grass in tortured pain.
I stumble from the bed to you.
And collapse in your arms at night
Hoping that this tattered soul
You can mend and love again
My rambling on makes me weak
Only tears can heal this life.