All in a golden afternoon,

under the skies of cloudless blue.

I stare above, and through the clouds,

never seeing a more beautiful hue.

So I lie on the fresh green grass,

Pondering of what is beyond.

What is beyond the sky?

what is beyond the thick trees?

What is beyond the night sky, the soul?

So I lie on the fresh green grass and think.

I think of the dripping sap of the pines

I think of the bright stars shining throughout the darkness

I think of the window to the soul

I think of what we so desire and hold close

Like children and mothers

A mare and her foal

So I lie on the fresh green grass and close my eyes

As time moves past me

Paying no attention to me

The wind gliding against my skin ever so slightly

Teasing my hair within the grass

As the sun falls, the moon rises

The glowing of the night lightens the grass around me,

All in a silver midnight,

Under the skies of cloudless blue.