I walk the fields of home.
The green-floored landscape of my mind.
Grass weaves an intricate pattern underfoot
To trap dew-diamonds in its snare.
I am also caught in
Emerald grass-weavings.
I feel home
In my heart.

A world of eternal moonlight
Is my fantasy.
In escape I flee
To my sliver bathed dream
Of shadows and quicksilver,
Diamonds trapped in emerald tapestries.
I wish I could stay here,
Forever away from pain and death.
The silver moon shines
Out of my eyes,
I am not here.

Through a mindscape unknowable
To man, shining rivers run
Down through wise mountains
To a sunless sea.
These paths of tears
Wash my hurt away,
They cleanse my pain.

I am alone in this surreal world
And I miss you all.
Inside myself I am hiding forever,
Maybe everything else will
Go away.
Maybe I will feel no more
The loss of my heart.