Fields of Grass

Fields of grass

Skies of sugar

Stones and pebbles

Glossy wet

You’re hands, transparent

And light trickles in again

To have and not to hold

To have and not to hold

Scent of dust

A sweet Taste of rain

Lay down on the seabed

Fingers wide spread

You’re hands, transparent

And light trickles in again

To have and not to hold

To have and not to hold