Eyes In the Tall Grass

Refined smells of life ripening sunlight Distil the dawn with sharp visions to reinvigorate I’m seen through eyes in the tall grass Drinking life from fresh air's revitalising glass Crops rippling in the breeze like buoyant spirits Rise like a live stage performance through the mist Thick like a page out of this day’s publication To a new chapter lifted to the blue sky with anticipation Nourishing the majestic oak with new waters from upstream To naturally continue their meander of living a dream A memory of tears washed empty of all yesterdays Enters my garden like a crisp straw of ambiance And when the quiet of night does come, it’ll be swift From leaves to humus on a wind's sudden shift For I’m on life’s assembly line – death’s bucket list Warmth slips over my abandoned remains like a red sunset 07-31-2015