somewhere,

you can stretch every moment

into a kind of forever.

somewhere

the air is fresh

and there’s no place to hang the clocks,

those that tell us we are fortune’s fool

have no authority on polished rocks

or blades of ecstasy.

sweetened grass, green and mellow,

this is thy solivagant destiny.

to be our own suns

bright and beautiful and yellow.

and if we should die tonight

should we be moved from our hiraeth,

then tonight must be billions away

because in this moment you are mine

and this is thy dearest fate.