Doning the Fields

Donning the fields Where I've never been Where I've never streaked Like a reckless charge skating on dandelions, Unbridled thrill and the promise That happiness may not get louder than this The sun and wind My guests for the day Taking it in From the luxury suites In the celestial rafters Gracious for the burnt offerings, clemency and salvation That my love provides These visions preserve a flavor of sanity Rare in the hallowed ground Beneath my everyday feet First blip, then trip As the journey embarks Lifted to frissons That reside among the barley shafts That play among silky hairs of the wind's coiffure There Joy never sleeps Astonishment acts as espresso To joy's susceptible veins Filled with fascination and jitters Suitable for adrenaline's best days Horizons cease to exist Depth perception erodes When you are now as close as you are far away Meaning starts and ends have no middles The reason why you bothered at all. (2/7/11)