Long, Lost Summers

With a face so fair just a girl
Will become more than a woman
And no doom shall peril you in time.
But happiness will flow from springs deep;
Of which you shall idle by.
In long, lost summers -
Dreaming amongst the wild flowers
All animals shall surround you
And look on you with admiration.

French Shutters

The pitch black of sleep
In a sealed charcoal room.
A restful darkened tomb
Where slumber runs deep

Time has lost its place -
The sun has not been revealed
Until the shutter is peeled -
Sleeping in a case.

A crypt for dreaming
You can not see your hand
Whilst stumbling as you stand
Through cold, grey scheming.