Festival Fallacy

We met midsummer's eve amidst the trees and dusty fields,
Within a sleepless city to which silence, sound would never yield.
Where all who came from near and far to open up their minds,
To dance and sing and laugh and cry, they knew not what they'd find.

Within the second city that me met the fields were long replaced,
Through glass I saw emotions, within which you were encased.
We travelled from the centre, to Failand and Green Lane,
And on the journey there you shared with me, your troubles and your pain.

You Told me of lovers lost, of friends betrayal and fathers scorn,
The stresses of uprooting home and how you felt so worn.
And as you curled up beside me as we journeyed from the barn,
I wished that I could keep you safe, keep your heart from further harm.

Yet on that grainy farm you showed us all your strength and power,
Your willingness to do your best despite the lengthy hour.
Though Robert did betray his folk, Vain Morrison his girl with eyes of brown,
You held your devil by his spoke and spun him to the ground.

Through Longitude to Latitude, past oxygen most dubious,
With Phil of river cottage fame and improvising Jupitus.
My shack it saw no action, afore great wind tore asunder,
Swift aid did help our sorrows drown in bubbles from down under.

Three stops along the wayside did delay our journey home,
The last a central garden yet I spied no single gnome.
Many hours later we returned, one friend repaired,
Our possessions were not with us, still out on the road somewhere.

You offered to me sanctuary on your moonlit street,
One touch most inappropriate was all between the sheets.
A decision from discussion, to complicated it would be,
I miss you already said a message sent to me.

Upon the sunny southern shore, just outside Lulworth cove,
We cast aside our doubts and fears, into each other dove.
I hoped that I could hold you forever there in my arms,
I could no more turn my gaze from you than move the stars..