Once upon a time ....

Once apon a time

In a dark wood

That smelled of dead rotting bodies

Stayed a little girl.

She had big green eyes

Brown hair,

And she stayed in a house made up of dreams.

But this little girl stayed in fear
Because her house was made up with alot of heartbreak
Bad dreams and many painful memories




How she longed to walk into the light
Into happiness
But alas ... her house was made up of a broken heart
Broken circumstances.....

Everyday, she would walk to the meadow
Lie on the swaying green grass
Smell the scent of Jasmine
And she would dream
Dream of the good life
Of love
Of laughter
Of the small things that made a person happy.

She would see the clouds chasing one another accross the blue sea of the heavens
She would see pictures in the clouds
She would hear the whispers of the wind in the trees...
Whisteling a tune
Singing to her ...
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you ...."
Then wearily with a dripping broken heart
She would wearily get up
Take her little brown basket
That had flowers and pebbles in it
That she had picked up and admired
Thorughout  the day

Back to the house of broken dreams
To live in hope and anguish that perhaps
This dream house would turn into a happy dream house
That perhaps her prayers would be heard for a dieing and anguish ridden world
Searching for a glue that would perhaps fix this broken dream