Lay me down

in a field of green

Feel the wind

upon my face

Like a friend

who can’t be seen

She is not bound

by time or space


Feel the earth

beneath my feet

Smell the air

after the rain

Like a song

that can’t be heard

She is not bound

by love or pain


In sleepless dreams

she plays for me

On strings of steel

and fire and stone

Like the wind

that must blow free

She is not bound

by flesh or bone

Morning Fog - End of March