I Ran In a Field

Days of long ago, I ran in a field, I sang a song with the whippoorwill, Thru clouds above, I flew from within, The lightness of air, Becoming my wings. I am at peace with the touch, As tho a touch of a feather, Reaching for my soul. The moon above me, shinning so bold, Knew of no morning, Stars that twinkle, Knew of no darkness. The feel of silk, Oh! So gently touching my skin, Boring deep in my body. As that unknown to man. Ah! I just heard the awakeing of a daffodil, It's beauty capturing with utter surroundance, The very depth of my soul. Yesterdays of long ago, I ran in a field, With silken nature, When the hair upon my body became, Lost in the wind.