Resting in the twilight

Under a prairie sky

There in the far blue yonder

In fields of flax

And golden wheat

There gods’ dreams I plunder

There his breath from heavens jar

In rolling waves

Of gently bended stalks

And green shadows far

I ride a ship to nevermore

Across the gold and blue

A gentle weave of lullaby

I row in dreams upon his shore

In crimson skies I turn my head

In blankets of new hues

I snuggle under

And makes his dreams my bed

Rested in his hollow hand

A stalk of wheat between my teeth

He lets me blunder all his dreams

The ones I understand

Soon awoken by the call

It’s time to work my fields

And weave that gold and blue

Another day so tall

His mighty hand right by my side

To help me hold the till

Till all is dreams a golden weave

The eye beholds from far and wide.

22/12/2007