My Once Clean Dream

You took from me, my once clean dreams. Empty though they were without your sins. New in thought like snow my innocence. On the wooden porch surrounded though I was and by the white washed rails I stood is where I learned to hold my breath. Were not the bad dreams I once never dreamed of you before I had no say twas so. Your old dark empty dreams clean thoughts would run astray. To hold me, ere to long to you, heard not my songs. Nothing could I do but turn away they were dim, where mine were light the egg it's empty shell held tight like mine was cracked. And so you did, I had no say where I said naught though it were true and sweet and sour truth where I would do.