Grass Over There

Grass Over There

Broken loves are my legacy

I always remember the eyes

Restless or wild, unstable or steady

But maybe that describes me romantically

Do wild horses run because they’re bad?

Perhaps being corralled is just not their fad

Names and places fade into distances

I look around and see the loneliness

I’m stuck in limbo because I broke Cupid’s arrow

So I suffer in the sunlight and I’m restless at night

Sleep is a wish that can only come from love’s kiss

Reversal of the faerie tale is reality’s curse

I look at the grass far away where happiness lives

I see humanity in tears and imagine their lives

Happiness is their lot but perhaps not           

For tears are easy and it’s always greener over there