Yellow fields of brightening joy
Singing out to the lackadaisical day
Painted by wishful thinking.
Penetrated by languorous breathing.
In pure poetry you assimilate
Into you the violet needs of
Glorious fireweeds .
Tired eyes bearing dreams
As much as you repress the
Sunshine somewhere within
The thick vapours of strange lands.
Allow me to cast, that which cannot
Be seen or shown.
Rejoice in this day as
The needles of light from heaven
Percolates into the collective conscience of
All that perished and shall,
But lived the running colours of every
Landscape they imagined-
Length, breadth and
wiser upon departure.