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.
