Salt Fields

Are we lost my friend? Here is my muse. My trance. That I created As I walked your salt fields last night. The breeze, A beast of burden Came to rest in my arms. The sea never felt so at home. For they said, Every word I spoke Took shape Like living things, Casting moving shadows, Dancing to a rhythm Lost. In the abyss of my soul, My being. And with every step I took, Did I grow younger! And the lead I have been given for blood I felt it move. And though it could hardly be more real, It was as if my feet wouldn't touch the ground. Nevermind, I left traces.