I'm lying in the wilder grass

my back upon warm ground,

daydreaming as the moments pass

not lost, though neither found...

 

I'm in-between the many worlds

untethered from their pull,

where all beneath the Sun unfurls,

each precious moment full...

 

an azure sky of timeless depth

holds all my thoughts at bay,

that not one worldly interject

might draw my mind away...

 

a skylark sings my boyish past

of summers turned and gone,

as if he knows this will not last

he lifts my heart with song...

 

and I, the ever-hopeful fool

wish myself upon his wing,

that it is me who breaks the rule

to forever hear him sing.