Foregetfulness  a Prey

Brides flamingo pink on a rainy day
A cold, cool time of merry May.
Then I was tired and flew away.
I left this land on earth and world,
To go for a ride, one that twirled
To twisted heights of ship's sail furled.
And so I fled into my docile dreams,
And as I did I thought I leaned
Into darkling depths of feared fiends!
I'm sick and yet I feel so well!
Why does my soul fly down to hell?
To hell! I hear the ringing bell.
Thus I see this day of love,
Where is the happiness from above?
That one hears tell of.
Today it's lost, not to be found,
Never to be, till there below ground,
That consecrated plot, our final mound!
But now I return from fantasy,
Home to the cares and worlds worry,
I can't escape! Even tardily.
So I won't try this again,
I'll wonder of that dreamy plain
And watch the slowly falling rain.