the brazen forest field, spry
brink-filled with wilful daisies
that illumined the blackened sky
their drooping petals speaking lazy.

petaled swirling galaxies
of the lover's moon craze thoughts,
that sweetly sang of their fantasies
to the marauding midnight astronauts.

dancing with the fallen  stars surrounding,
souls tied together, Garden of Eden found
gyrating golden grey light abounding
their feet chained to the grassy ground.

paradise found and freedom lost,
infatuation was not worth the cost.