The Dream

A strange dream

The little green hill was shaded by
The wet and grey storm filled sky
And as they sat together
...time did fly

The wind blew the rain upon his face
And blew the colors of her lace
And as they sat together
...time did race

A big dark cloud floated overhead
And cried upon their flower bed
And as they sat together
...time flew ahead

She touched his face with her wet hand
He bent down to kiss her
And a dove did land
Then time stopped...then slowly began

Her eyes found his in glossy confusion
Then up they jumped and started to run
And the dove was left on the little green hill
To the hawk who screeched as he made his kill