If I could eat grass
I would settle on this moor
With wild ponies
If I could eat grass
I would settle on this moor
With wild ponies
Icy valley streams
Through mystical forest glades
In rainbows we swam
Lost in soft red trunks
A giant green canopy
Standing still in time
Smooth grey pebble stacks
Loom and rain across the bay
Crabs sneaking below
On steep wooded slopes
We found a white stone altar
Origin unknown
Cloudy smears of pink
Smudging through the horizon
Blue sea and sky hide
Tectonic plates shift
Forcing up ever growing
Mountains of regret
High pressure settles
It’s warmer outside than in
How can I pause time?
Fear of the future
And attachment to the past
Are both in this box
As the stars appeared
From hazy sunset cirrus
We quickly lost count