Mobius

Across a field to stand and feel Earth's early breathe to rise A silky fog amidst the dew that mirrors there the light in every gathered golden drop that clings to blades of grass Where the Earth doest meet the sky and make of things continuous to the naked eye At play as if an end could be a point where the Earth and sky and I could meet But there I stand Still, in motion and feel the heart within me beat the morning dew the soft spring grass the Sun's transit warmth and Earth's waking breathe on the skin, my bare feet I stand Still, in motion where the Earth and sky Doest meet -