Joy Olree

Love's Dream

In wilder days and softer nights,
Upon a pillow love did lie,
And dreamed a dream,
Of kingdom lost,
And freedom found,
To curry favors for the dead,
Trapped between here and there,
Of candid lips and jeweled eyes,
Of once before and ever after,
As passions rise and cautions wane,
The untouched needs of warped desires,
A scattered brain of useless toys,
Its’ empty thoughts of heathen Gods,
Who gave a dollar for the cause,
And never failed to hear the cries,
Of bettered fools and crescent moons,
We long for love but live in hate,
It’s morning in the Land of Oz,
But we have lost the yellow road

{Poem by Joy Olree}