falling asleep

laid out in the slow grass

my body remembers

joys that have come to pass

a life worth of wonders

now the nightfall, i see

hills, your warm back

bordering the stars, busy

gathering dreams in their lap

and as a lamb somewhere sleeps

showered with moonlit dust

the silver cricket sings

deep in the fields, soft and lush

your bed is a meadow

and the morning is new

the child in me says hello

to the child in you