The Blue Fields

The description of a recurrent dream, love is certainly a sad thing.

The Blue Fields


I awake thanks to a light beam
I’m standing on top of a hill
The wind sings its mysterious hymn
The time seems to stand still

The clouded sky shines beautifully
And the fields are caressed by the breeze
Blue fields extend whispering peacefully
My soul heals and finds its bliss

But now I realize why I am here
Utter fear runs through my blood stream
My face is crossed by a burning tear
For I have entered my recurrent dream

I’m waiting for you in this lonely hill
But I know you’re not looking for me
My strength leaves me and I have to kneel
Deserted blue fields is all I can see.