between the blades of summer grass
between the blades of summer grass
where morning dew and spiders pass
i left a dream that i once knew
a vision of the green and you
beneath the red and raisin clays
in silence, as the fossil lays
thinking
better
sadder
days
among cold clouds of evening grey
where once the stars for us displayed
we shone so brightly that the sun
would kiss the moon and melt to one
beneath the red and raisin blaze
in silence, not a question raised
thinking
better
sadder
days
regardlessly time has a way
moves on quickly; cannot stay
remains of shadows caught in dream
with evening sun and earth and gleam
beneath the red and raisin rays
in silence, with the blue to greys
thinking
better
sadder
days
